Another Poem
Like I told you last time, my first poem was written when I was nine years old. That was a sad time in my life—as was most of my childhood—which I'll get into more later, but I continued to write poetry for many years.
My only problem was: if I wasn't depressed I couldn't write a word! Therefore, most of what I wrote was at the lowest points in my life, and when my depression lifted, I had to give up writing poetry.
Still, I believe, without this means of escape, my life would've been much worse.
After my mother died, I didn't have anyone to talk to. No one to tell my fears to...no one to tell me it would get better...no one to tell me in time the hurt would go away.
In a crowded room I really was all alone.
These were the words that poured out of me.
ALONE
I miss the time of being alone
Alone
To dream.
Alone
To wander.
To run through fields in my mind
To scream if need be.
Sitting by the fireplace
The blaze glowing
So bright and warm.
Letting my mind escape
Floating to the clouds
Bouncing from star to star
To visit the moon if I so desire.
To sit alone
With my own special dreams.
All the special moments
Only found
In being
Alone.
—Sue Julsen
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You're doing so much good sharing these words with the world. For any one who has been abused and can relate to these words of hurt. And for them to see where your at now, that there is light at the end of the tunnel. Just beautiful!
