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Sorry if this might not be the exact thread to post this in, but I just write a poem that I thought you guys would like/could relate to. I didn't know where to post it, so I'll just put it here for now.




My Dearest Samantha,

       I'm sorry to have locked you away for so long, I did not know how important you were to me. I only now realize how vital you are to my happiness. I was wrong, so wrong to keep you from spreading your wings. I will have to live with that for the rest of my life, and it's such a terrible feeling. I just want you to know that I love you more than anything on this Earth. I feel so miserable, so guilty, so ashamed for what I've done. I've taken so much time away from you. Nearly a quarter of a century has passed, and nearly the entirety of that time you've spent locked away, imprisoned, inside that birdcage. I thought about setting you free a couple of times, but as soon as you were about to spread your wings, I always shoved you back inside in shame. For this, I am truly sorry. You will be free soon, my love, I promise; just give me a little more time, and I will await your loving embrace.

Love as always,
Your other half

That's really nice, writing is such a theraputic artform.
Thank you for baring your soul and sharing it with us

I think this belongs in Entertainment and Arts. Regardless of that, I do relate to your poem. for the longest time I thought There was something wrong with me. I would seal myself in my room for extended periods of time, just to hide Maddy from the world. I felt lost, depressed, confused, conflicted. Trying my hardest to break away from my femininity. I was a wreck. In some ways, I still am. I can at least rest easier, knowing each day I take one step closer to being the woman I've abused for so long. I can't make up the time I wasted, or the heart breaks I've felt, but at least I can finally work towards setting myself free.

"There's a bluebird in my heart, who wants to get out; but I pour whiskey on (her), and inhale cigarette smoke; and the whores, and the bartenders, and the grocery clerks never know (she's) in there."
~Charles Bukowski

P.S. I'm totally working on lyrics for a song about how I used to lock Maddy away.

I have a bastardized quote:


"Greater love has no man than to lay down his life for her'

Silly I know.

That hardly makes sense, Cindy. Lol

I like your writing, and Writing would be a great section for this.

If you knew Cindy, it would make perfect sense. I'll let her explain, though.

Hugs, Devlyn