I found this poem in an old journal. I wrote it 21 years ago. (So, you know, when I was 8. Ahem. Stop laughing.) I cannot decide if it’s embarrassing or not. You tell me. Unless the answer is yes. Then lie to me. No, seriously…
(Edit: I need to clarify! I was not really 8! I just like people to think I’m currently 29… which sadly, I am not. I won’t divulge my real age, but yeah… I wasn’t 8!)
I want to let go
I want to run away
No one is holding me
Why would I want to stay?
There are sirens
Ringing in my head
Wrapped up in my heart
Flashing lights in red
Hide them, cover them
Pretend they are silent
Imagine all is black
And nothing is violent
But if I open my eyes
And look deep inside
I see that burning soul
Struggling to survive
I hear the screaming
All alone and bitter
I try to silence it
and watch it wither
I used to think
It would work in the end
Now the only vision
Is one I cannot comprehend
Should we not all find
A partner, a love, a soulmate?
I cannot give that up
But my hope disintegrates
Nothing in my heart now
But cold and bitter wind
When the love I need finds me
He must warm me from within
©1996-2017 what sandra thinks
Well, I didn’t find it embarrassing at all. Pretty good for an 8 year old. 😏
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Hahaha. Thank you!
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😉
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Wow! This is really good! Especially for someone so young. A prodigy in the making! But the themes seem so deep for a child to comprehend. Part of me wonders what on earth 8-year-old you was going through?
But then I remember an excerpt from my brother’s writing journal when he was 10: “I’ve decided that I’ve given up on love.”
And I remember a song I wrote when I was 3: “Oh desire for my heart forever / Will you love me if we’re still not together / Do you want to have dinner at a table to love each other / Do you want to have dinner at a table for two?
😀 😀 Children can be so dramatic!
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Okay, I feel bad now. I was kidding about the age… I am not 29… That’s just what I like to tell people. I’m sorry! I was trying to be funny… I didn’t mean to mislead!! But you and your brother… those are impressivly deep thoughts at those ages!
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Wow! I’m such a sucker. Completely fell for that one. Give me a second while I go pick up my face…
…Ok, I’m back. Lol. I will say, however old you were when you wrote it. This poem is still really good. So I don’t take back my compliment. 🙂
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Still, my apologies. Of course not everyone notices when I’m totally full of it…! 🙂
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You were 8?? I had two very distinct immediate reactions (these are exactly what I thought). 1 – That is incredible that an 8 year old could write something like that. 2 – Oh shiznet. My two older monkeys are 10 & 12, and if an 8 year old could write that, what deep scathing pieces have my kids written about my failed parenting attempts and how much longer do I have before the school counselor will feel compelled to give me a personal call to discuss all of it?
It was beautiful Sandra. Clearly your soul has had something to say from the jump. Gorgeous stuff lovely.
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Oh, I do feel so bad now! I’m sorry for misleading anyone… I am not 29… That’s just what I like to tell people. I was trying to be funny… I’m so sorry! I was not quite that young! Oh man, I feel bad now. But in the bright side, I think you’re all good with your kids! I’m sure they think you’re amazing… 🙂
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Lol! I’ve actually seen some heavy stuff from the tidbits. And given the amount of therapy fodder I give my kids each day, I’m confident that they are champing at the bit to write this kind of stuff. Except it will probably sound more like “Mom it an asshole, and I’m going to tell all yo.”
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Haha! I’m sure all kids get there at some point… But they usually come out of it! 🙂
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I’m still waiting to come out of it. And I’m waiting for boobs, too. What a genetic hose job!
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Also I’m a doof and you’re hysterical and fantastic! It’s a gorgeous poem nonetheless. 😉
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Still sorry for that! I should have realized that not everyone knows me enough to realize that I was full of it when I said that! 😃
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No really – it was hilarious and I am a total dumb ass. Truly. I could build you a stellar tv with my bare hands from sticks, tape and tin foil, but I would never be able to figure out how to turn it on. I’m an idiot like that.
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Haha… you’re funny. 😃
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Not embarrassing at all!
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Nothing to be embarrassed about. Well-written and full of longing.
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No way should you be embarrassed. Some of those intense emotions we feel as young people still resonate later in life. Like this one. I love how everyone bought that you’re 29! 😃👍
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I know! Haha! 😃 it’s funny because when I wrote this… right there in the journal where I found it… I also wrote, “this sucks”…! Nice to know I’ve always been super confident… 😐 🙂
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Oh you’re too funny! Well it doesn’t suck and I’m glad you posted it! 😃
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I like it, but I like even more that you found and posted it. I can sense an impatience in the quick short lines. I wonder how you would write it today. It’s cool.
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Thank you. I’m not sure what it would look like if I wrote it today…
I found others… maybe I will post more…
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Definitely not embarrassing.
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Thank you, m. ❤
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A pleasure, Sandra! 💕
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Oh, I’m totally confused now. So really you are 8 now, and you wrote this 21 years ago……hang on, let me get this right. No, still confused, but my doctor is giving me something for it.
I reckon you were about 17. However, I’m still confused!
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Haha! I’m just trying to hide my real age. I wasn’t 8 years old 21 years ago… I just wish I was. Ahh… to be 29 again… or 21, for that matter! 🙂
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Lovely poem😊
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Thank you! 🙂
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