My Pain.

Poetry

05/17/2021

I feel so sad because the ones I love 
are in pain and I can't do anything to help them. 
Their eyes are guarded, 
steel plated, 
protected. 
They seem to be saying they can't embrace me again, 
be open again, take in love again. 
It hurts me because I'm seen that way, too. 
Seen as a thorn, a caustic, rotting thorn. 
There to hurt, 
to judge, 
to kick down and suck out anything that was 
pure 
and good 
and lovely, 
all that was there before.
 
As much as I yearn to protect 
the hearts of those I love, I can't. 
And they continue to look at me in pain, 
questioning whether I be the rose 
or the thorn that hides behind. 

This is why I'm sad. 
Because my relationships are broken and are not healing.

사랑 Diyana Love Wilson

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Diyana likes a lot of things. She likes beauty. She likes reading. She likes writing. She likes foreign foods. She loves to learn about people and their cultures and backgrounds. She has been writing since before she can remember, creating stories and poems almost daily. She is currently working on two books.

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