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My Rickety Dam of Pride

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Inside I am a well
Into which my true self fell
Full of pain and sorrow
For now and all tomorrows.
Outside I gaily frolic and prance,
To proud to show my true stance.

My pain is a river
A wild and reckless river
Held back by my rickety dam of pride.
Each time a blow is struck, it buckles,
And yet it still stands.

Every now and again
It springs a leak,
Or a chip breaks off,
Heck sometimes the river overflows,
Yet for all my problems,
It sufficiently holds my woes.

Why do I hold my pain inside?
I often ask.
I'm willing to pay anyone
Who'll take on this daunting task.
I do not know the answer,
I've looked on every shelf
Of the mental library
I created for myself.

Someday it will crow
And begin to show,
But for now,
I'll pretend to know
Who built this rickety dam of pride,
Of that I am inside.
This was written during the earlier part of the 2005 project when real effort was being put into the work.

I had a bad childhood in many ways, but my trust in other people keeping secrets was broken early on, so I never went to anybody about my problems.

This poem is not meant to be inspirational. It's about people that keep going on because they're to proud to show their despair or give into it.
© 2011 - 2024 Silveranna
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