Anonymous poet and Dr. Christine Grimaldi
A compilation of poetry therapy we wanted to share with all of you ….
The first part of the poem is an art expression of raw pain , the second part is my rewrite in poetic therapy to transform the dark into light, exemplifying that you can rewrite your own script ….. A new form of therapy and expression that truly works !
So let’s begin….
There’s a point in time when sadness becomes unshakeable.
and becomes a being whos thirst for bearing pain is insatiable.
When you allow it to, sadness will find a voice of it’s own and start speaking
and draw you in with twisted lullabyes, unrhymed words and broken singing.
You see, sadness can become a monster that rocks you to sleep
he will tell you that your most beautiful on the nights that you weep.
And between your happiness and a percieved beauty this creates a strife
Because sadness is now a sickness that has taken authority over your life.
But what you don’t know is this is so much more than just a sickness inside
sadness has come alive and has set your old self aside.
He made you believe that you wouldn’t be loved unless you were seen as broken
But you quickly realized that sadness was a demon that had already broke you.
He made you believe that he could make your mind beautiful.
That the darkness he created inside your bones would make you unusual
and you fell victim to his beautifully wrapped lies,
believing that you’re more interesting to love with a broken heart and tear stained eyes
All the while you bore his torture on your own as he said that you should
and it left you all alone but it’s not like anyone understood
that you can’t simply evict a demon that has made his home inside your heart
because he’s convinced you that he’s the only thing you need to not fall apart.
It seems so long ago when you liked to feel him below the surface.
At one time, he was the only thing that didn’t make you nervous
but now you hate him because you know that from your pain he thrives
and it’s a constant reminder that you no longer know what it means to be alive.
Its been so long since you’ve felt your heart beating
and now theres only relief when your wrists are bleeding.
But with all this pain inside your chest, you’ll never find healing
because eventualy, even those cuts aren’t followed by any feeling.
Not being able to take anymore, you tear at your skin.
You pray that if there is a God then he’ll forgive you of this sin
and you get down on your knees, as you put metal to bone
leaping into the abyss, finally silencing a voice that started to sound like your own.
There was no reason for your sadness to become this
it didn’t have to become a creature that made you feel your life was amiss.
There was a reason that his voice started to sound more and more like your own
it was because it was only you telling youself that you were unloved and alone.
Now you’ve gone and left the world in disbelief
because you traded it’s love for the lies of an absent thief.
Little angel, you should have known to keep your head above your heart
maybe then finding yourself wouldn’t have required you to tear everything apart.
Written by anonymous …
My response:
But what if, dear heart, you turned that pain around,
Met the shadows with courage, stood your ground?
With each tear that fell, imagine planting a seed,
A testament of resilience, a testament to your need.
You may have felt broken, but pieces can mend,
What was once a descent now becomes a climb to ascend.
In the depths of your sorrow, a whisper will rise,
The true strength lies not in silence, but in your cries.
When you begin to see your worth beyond the scars,
You’ll find that each battle has forged you like stars.
For each moment you stood, even when you bent,
You forged a spirit remarkable—strong and resilient.
Step by step, you’ll reclaim the voice that was lost,
A melody of hope, no matter the cost.
You’ll laugh with the sun and dance in the rain,
Learning that joy and sorrow can coexist in the same vein.
Reach out, little angel, grasp hands that will hold,
There’s love waiting for you, a haven made of gold.
No longer defined by the darkness you’ve known,
But by the strength of your spirit, the seeds you have sown.
The sky will turn lighter; the battles will fade,
And the warmth of new possibilities will cascade.
The whispers of grief will transform into song,
As you rise from the ashes, where you truly belong.
So gather your courage, let your heart lead the way,
Awaken to color; embrace a new day.
For nothing is lost that can’t be rebuilt,
Resilience is born from the love that you felt.
In every fracture, in every tear shed,
Lives the miracle of healing, waiting to spread.
So wear your scars proudly, let them be a map,
To the beauty of life—your powerful comeback.
Blessings !
Dr. Christine Grimaldi
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