Voices from my Past

Scream my name and bring back all my pain.
Waters of truth flow through my mind.
Open your eyes, I’m not fine.
The glitter of danger has caught my eye and
the voices of my past continue to scream and cry.
Look at me, I’m fighting to be free.
Desperate and damaged, I still manage
to attempt to hurry to the light
but as always the voices of my past continue
to hold me in such a tight grasp.
Lost time, a blocked heart, secrets burning
deep inside. I’m searching, I’m running,
I’m praying for that light to remove all my strife.
But the voices of my past continue to rule my life.
A mixture of panic and faith increased day by day
from the words they say haunting me in every way.

But I know that this too will come to an end.
Maybe all I need is just a friend to help all the
voices somehow end, the numbness I feel,
I’ll feel again…the time lost…I’ll regain 10 x 10.
Instead of desperate and damaged, I’ll be centered
and whole. I’m gonna stomp forward with the voices of
my past buzzing in my ear, with optimism in my heart.

by Nikita, 12th grade

photograph by deborah lattimore
via flickr

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