All that I was exposed to
scarred me where my heart is
thought patterns introduced
before I was able to choose them
-
all the mental abuse
unhealthy pains, I misuse them
searching for truth, but there’s clearly no
absolutes, a thousand shades of grey between
the two supposed choices,
-
black and white, monochrome,
-
I used to try to fight but now
I’m slowly giving up on
giving up my pains,
I had no control over
all that I was shown
and now try to navigate
these complicated schemas,
re-tracing steps I never knew
I was taking
hoping that there’s still time,
that it’s not too late.
-
Your teachings were corrosive, lessons
infused with hate,
attempting to unlearn them,
aiming to avoid bleak fates.
-
You were only human,
but
your hate is all consuming.
You tried to build a bubble,
every message within muddled,
and now I try to pop it
and feel
alive again,
moving slowly
out of the glue you
used to hold me.
About the Creator
Reece Beckett
Poetry and cultural discussion (primarily regarding film!).
Author of Portrait of a City on Fire (2020, Impspired Press). Also on Medium and Substack, with writing featured… around…


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