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Rule freely over my heart:

May 8, 2024
By strawberrykittens BRONZE, Barre, Vermont
strawberrykittens BRONZE, Barre, Vermont
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Going back in time

To a beautiful sunrise

Morning birds sing

I feel the summer breeze


The campfire smoke is still stuck to my cloths

Clinging to me like a small child clings to their mother


“Restricted area”

And muddy shoes 

Chasing each other on bikes

Breath in the afternoon air

Crashing in with the waves and restless tides

Salty and sticky skin

Swimsuit is cold to the touch in the evening breeze

Hang it up to dry


Little brother is still crying


Campfire once again

Smoke Blowing on my fleece jacket

My Mother got it at the thrift store

I was too scared to go in

I didn't want to be seen as poor


I hope the marshmallows

And chocolate

Don't give me more cavities

I've already got one inside my own mind

And it's enough to make me cry

In my tent

I try to be quite

No one can hear how much I hurt inside

I wonder if my brothers friend will ever notice me

I wonder why 

Oh why

Time passes slowly under every moonlit sky

Ridden with anxiety

Why can't I just be a human being

I wonder when it will be my time, to be free and feel alive

I Spend my night going back in time

To a place full of liars and lilies blooming under the great big pines

As much as I hurt there too

It remains my sick daydream

I've only been seeing the pictures in the most glamorous of frames

It's how I've learned to live my life

It's how I've learned to feel alright


The author's comments:

I wrote this poem about a camping trip when I was around nine or ten. After leaving a religious cult called "The Twelve Tribes " I struggled to adjust to the outside world and make friends. I desperately missed my old life. I wanted this poem to start off sweet and happy, and slowly get darker and show my true emotions, that I hid from everyone else at the time, because I felt my emotions were "bad" and my thoughts made me "bad" and "Worthless", words I heard a lot in the cult. I was really only comfortable in nature at the age I was in this poem.

I started writing fan fiction but couldn't ever finish anything, so when I started learning more about poetry in my English class, I realized I really liked writing. I write a lot of angry and vulgar poetry, which I really like, but this is definitely a calmer one, it shows who I was as a child, sensitive, a people pleaser, and kind.


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on May. 27 at 3:58 pm
TarantulaLover BRONZE, Bristol, Vermont
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This is so good! I adore the way you write :D

on May. 27 at 3:56 pm
TarantulaLover BRONZE, Bristol, Vermont
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This is so good! I adore the way you write :D