Story of Abuse and Recovery - Poem 4 U please read :)
Story of Abuse and Recovery - Poem 4 U please read :)
To All You Lovely "Birds of Many Colours". Would like to share a poem I wrote after leaving my ex-Psychopath several years ago. I hope it brings you Healing and Hope :)
The Bird of Many Colours
A Story of Abuse and Recovery
A bird of many colours flew graceful in the sky.
Her song was sweet and clear, her spirit soaring high.
Another kind of bird flew above the tide.
With colours much like hers, he hid his darker side.
He heard her pretty song, he saw her on the wing.
He longed to fly like her, to sing like she could sing.
He made his subtle plan, a master of disguise,
Gliding in her view lest he take her by surprize.
It wasn’t really hard for her to take the bait.
He was a handsome bird and she without a mate.
Though carefully she went, he seemed so shy and kind.
Professing of his love, like none that she would find.
Come with me my love and see what I can give.
The dreams within your heart, the place that we shall live.
She saw his paradise and saw that it was true.
And then without his force, into his house she flew.
They nested there awhile, quite happy to belong.
What lucky birds they were, a love so good and strong.
They lived among the flock like other bird mates do.
Though she did not do wrong, his rage and envy grew.
She wanted to express the joy she felt inside,
Remembering her song, she swelled her breast with pride.
His jealousy took hold as she began to sing.
He shocked her with his words, and oh! how they did sting.
“Look here, you evil bird, can’t you see I am not pleased?
I have proved my love to you, now me you must appease!â€
She put aside her pain, for she had done the wrong.
She accepted all the blame, she did not sing her song.
She felt anxious and so sad for she loved her bird mate true.
She promised to try harder like the other bird mates do.
For a time he seemed content and their love seemed quite anew.
‘Til one day he was waiting and he watched her as she flew.
“How dare you fly that way!†he exploded in a rage.
“You flaunt your many colours, a performer on the stage!â€
A bird of many colours has beauty from within.
Yet he told her she was wicked, he told her it was sin.
She reasoned and she pleaded, “I do not play a game!â€
Her heart fell into pieces and she hung her head in shame.
He sensed that she had weakened and continued his assault.
She deserved these awful things, for this was all her fault.
The bird of many colours kept searching for a way.
To earn back all his love, to make him feel ok.
He took all she could give and left her there to cry.
And never did she sing and never did she fly.
The Angels watched above and they helped her in her fight.
And children came to her, they were goodness, they were light.
He could not tear this down, a mother’s love is pure.
She helped them as they grew, they helped her to endure.
He tried to take the credit and heaped on her the blame.
Still she loved her children and they loved her just the same.
She looked into their eyes, they truly were her kin.
They were birds of many colours, they had beauty from within.
She listened to them sing, she watched them as they flew.
Hope within her stirred and strength within her grew.
She wanted just the best, this was straight and clear.
They were all that she had wanted, all that she held dear.
A bird of many colours with innocence and light.
Deserves a kinder love and not this painful plight.
She made herself a plan and even had to lie.
And then she tricked the bird in the same way he was sly.
She struggled with her guilt, she stumbled and she fell.
So long she did not fly, so long within this hell.
She gathered up her young, prepared herself to fly.
She gathered up her strength, aiming for the sky.
The Angels came to help, she tried with all her might.
They touched her on the wing and helped her into flight.
This journey brought her pain, awakening herself.
And slowly she regained her mind, her heart, her health.
As she grew stronger still, a vision came to be.
Other birds of colour as beautiful as she.
Through sorrow and through pain, a sound so pure and strong.
The bird of many colours now sings her sweetest song.
That is a beautiful poem
Wow! This is just
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God sometimes removes a person from your life for your protection. Don't run after them.
Couldn't resist
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Nevergoback
Words that resonate with me so much...
That was so beautiful thank
Sandra Brown
Sandra Brown, MA
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nolongercontrolled
You and Your Daughter
LUCKY
youre welcome :)
Beautiful. Thank you.
Wow you have talent
Poems and Music
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Creative Soul
Great Poem
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