Silent Suffering Katarzyna Dovganyuk-Krym, September 14, 2023October 31, 2023 I want to be transparent and share that I’ve been struggling lately. My recent poems have been quite dark, which is a reflection of my current state. This Saturday marks the anniversary of my biological mother’s passing, who was truly an angel. However, it also brings up memories of my past that I’ve been trying to move on from. As a result, I will take a break from posting for a few days to focus on my mental health. Poem: In our childhood home, once so dear,A tale unfolds, filled with fear,A hushed narrative, a pain untold,In silence, our young hearts would fold. In a house where love once tried to reside,Our innocence forever tainted, denied,We endured a relentless, brutal storm,Where warmth and safety could never form. A father’s rage, a mother’s tears,The echoes of those tormenting years,Our world was filled with endless dread,As we cowered beneath the nightmarish spread. No refuge from the relentless night,Where fear concealed every trace of light,We were prisoners within those walls,Silent victims of tormenting calls. Invisible scars etched deep inside,Our spirits crushed, our hope denied,Through the darkness, we’d often roam,In search of solace, a safer home. But the pain persists, a haunting ache,A legacy we cannot forsake,For in our hearts, those memories cling,A chilling testament to what we’ve seen. Though our journey was dark and grim,We’ll face our past, though it feels like sin,To heal the wounds, we’ll find a way,And reclaim our lives from that dismal fray. In unity, we’ll break the chains,Unshackle our hearts from haunting pains,For our story’s not just darkness and strife,But our will to survive, to find the light. About Latest Posts Katarzyna Dovganyuk-KrymAn aspiring poet with a passion for self-expression, I am somewhat Belarusian and wholly Polish. I enjoy spending my time writing and drawing, and other creative endeavors. Despite daily struggles with non-24, ME/CFS, and SPCD, I persevere in pursuing my interests and goals. Latest posts by Katarzyna Dovganyuk-Krym (see all) [Poetry] Unleashing the weekend - December 1, 2023 [Poetry] Love’s rhapsody - November 29, 2023 [Poetry] The feast of being - November 27, 2023 Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window)Click to share on X (Opens in new window)MoreClick to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Nextdoor (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related poetry Poem DarknessDesolationfearPainpoemPoetrysilence
It’s good, of course, that you’re acknowledging your mother’s passing, though I’m sorry that had to happen. The poem content mainly struggles, yes, with the “father’s rage” and such indicative. However, there is a turn, as you know. And the key might be the “unity” cited and described. Loading... Reply
Thank you for your kind response. You’re right in your analysis. I prefer to infuse some hopefulness to conclude a poem, even when it is dark. I believe it is most fitting for a lengthy poem, unless there’s a specific need to maintain the poem’s darkness. It’s how the world works, after all; beyond every storm, there’s sunshine ahead. Loading... Reply
It’s good, of course, that you’re acknowledging your mother’s passing, though I’m sorry that had to happen. The poem content mainly struggles, yes, with the “father’s rage” and such indicative. However, there is a turn, as you know. And the key might be the “unity” cited and described. Loading... Reply
Thank you for your kind response. You’re right in your analysis. I prefer to infuse some hopefulness to conclude a poem, even when it is dark. I believe it is most fitting for a lengthy poem, unless there’s a specific need to maintain the poem’s darkness. It’s how the world works, after all; beyond every storm, there’s sunshine ahead. Loading... Reply