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I found excuses and I cried

BellaLuna

BellaLuna

Favoured Frenzy
My scar is turning into
A chronic, ugly wound
As I nurtured it, fed it
Like a nightmare I burried deep inside

It remained there
Well repressed, sealed and veiled
And found outlets
In small, random moments

I cried when a thorn grazed my finger tip
I cried when a passenger died
I cried when a stranger said a word
I cried when a pebble touched my foot
I found excuses and I cried

I made a file of them all
To mourn that one deep wound
As I nurtured it, fed it
Like a nightmare I burried deep inside.


I was just scrolling mynotes and found this piece of writing. I've wrote it on my 17th birthday Aug 2, 2020.
Ah time runs so fast, feels like yesterday.
 
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2020 .!!!
Not sure if u r the same now...
But it sounded to me like You re a Pro at managing ur emotions babe!

Ths felt like a pressure valve releasin emotions slowly... Tiny tears over little things..
lyk a tree shredding it's leaves n standing stronger fr the ages to come

More power to all such trees...(I just realised why I cry all the time over small things-Thanks fr the flash realisation)

And beautiful writing that was...made my day...
Happy Morning!!


With Lust,
Pearl Beach..
 
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BellaLuna said:
My scar is turning into
A chronic, ugly wound
As I nurtured it, fed it
Like a nightmare I burried deep inside

It remained there
Well repressed, sealed and veiled
And found outlets
In small, random moments

I cried when a thorn grazed my finger tip
I cried when a passenger died
I cried when a stranger said a word
I cried when a pebble touched my foot
I found excuses and I cried

I made a file of them all
To mourn that one deep wound
As I nurtured it, fed it
Like a nightmare I burried deep inside.


I was just scrolling mynotes and found this piece of writing. I've wrote it on my 18th birthday Aug 2, 2020.
Ah time runs so fast, feels like yesterday.
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This is such a poignant piece, so raw and deeply felt. It’s incredible how emotions, even those we think we have buried, find their way into the smallest moments.

Reading something you wrote years ago must feel like revisiting a part of your past self..

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BellaLuna said:
My scar is turning into
A chronic, ugly wound
As I nurtured it, fed it
Like a nightmare I burried deep inside

It remained there
Well repressed, sealed and veiled
And found outlets
In small, random moments

I cried when a thorn grazed my finger tip
I cried when a passenger died
I cried when a stranger said a word
I cried when a pebble touched my foot
I found excuses and I cried

I made a file of them all
To mourn that one deep wound
As I nurtured it, fed it
Like a nightmare I burried deep inside.


I was just scrolling mynotes and found this piece of writing. I've wrote it on my 18th birthday Aug 2, 2020.
Ah time runs so fast, feels like yesterday.
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A powerful and emotional piece of writing!

It's incredible that you wrote this at 18, showcasing your introspection, self-awareness, and literary talent.

The poem explores the theme of emotional pain, scars, and wounds. You've used vivid imagery to describe how a deep-seated wound can fester and affect daily life.

The lines "I cried when a thorn grazed my finger tip / I cried when a passenger died / I cried when a stranger said a word" illustrate how seemingly minor incidents can trigger intense emotional responses when there's unresolved pain.

The act of nurturing and feeding the wound, like a nightmare, suggests a sense of helplessness and frustration.

The fact that you've kept this piece and reflected on it two years later shows your growth and willingness to confront your emotions.

Time indeed flies, and it's beautiful that you have this written snapshot of your 18-year-old self to look back on.
*A_AICS
 
Anshhi said:
A powerful and emotional piece of writing!

It's incredible that you wrote this at 18, showcasing your introspection, self-awareness, and literary talent.

The poem explores the theme of emotional pain, scars, and wounds. You've used vivid imagery to describe how a deep-seated wound can fester and affect daily life.
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Thankyou
 
BellaLuna said:
My scar is turning into
A chronic, ugly wound
As I nurtured it, fed it
Like a nightmare I burried deep inside

It remained there
Well repressed, sealed and veiled
And found outlets
In small, random moments

I cried when a thorn grazed my finger tip
I cried when a passenger died
I cried when a stranger said a word
I cried when a pebble touched my foot
I found excuses and I cried

I made a file of them all
To mourn that one deep wound
As I nurtured it, fed it
Like a nightmare I burried deep inside.


I was just scrolling mynotes and found this piece of writing. I've wrote it on my 17th birthday Aug 2, 2020.
Ah time runs so fast, feels like yesterday.
Click to expand...
nice one bella
 
BellaLuna said:
My scar is turning into
A chronic, ugly wound
As I nurtured it, fed it
Like a nightmare I burried deep inside

It remained there
Well repressed, sealed and veiled
And found outlets
In small, random moments

I cried when a thorn grazed my finger tip
I cried when a passenger died
I cried when a stranger said a word
I cried when a pebble touched my foot
I found excuses and I cried

I made a file of them all
To mourn that one deep wound
As I nurtured it, fed it
Like a nightmare I burried deep inside.


I was just scrolling mynotes and found this piece of writing. I've wrote it on my 17th birthday Aug 2, 2020.
Ah time runs so fast, feels like yesterday.
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I'm stirred by this ​
 
Wow, this is such a powerful and emotional piece of writing. It’s amazing how memories and emotions are captured in words, and how the passage of time can bring reflection on past pain. It’s interesting that you found it on your notes and could connect with it again, even after all this time. Writing like this can be a way of healing, even when it feels like the wound is still there. Thanks for sharing this. To gain a better perspective and explore this further, I highly recommend checking out the link where you can find everything you need: https://mycompany.filemail.com/d/jvdvhgxguvzcxck
 
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BellaLuna said:
My scar is turning into
A chronic, ugly wound
As I nurtured it, fed it
Like a nightmare I burried deep inside

It remained there
Well repressed, sealed and veiled
And found outlets
In small, random moments

I cried when a thorn grazed my finger tip
I cried when a passenger died
I cried when a stranger said a word
I cried when a pebble touched my foot
I found excuses and I cried

I made a file of them all
To mourn that one deep wound
As I nurtured it, fed it
Like a nightmare I burried deep inside.


I was just scrolling mynotes and found this piece of writing. I've wrote it on my 17th birthday Aug 2, 2020.
Ah time runs so fast, feels like yesterday.
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Maybe it's because pain is the only real feeling that's out there!!
 
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BellaLuna said:
My scar is turning into
A chronic, ugly wound
As I nurtured it, fed it
Like a nightmare I burried deep inside

It remained there
Well repressed, sealed and veiled
And found outlets
In small, random moments

I cried when a thorn grazed my finger tip
I cried when a passenger died
I cried when a stranger said a word
I cried when a pebble touched my foot
I found excuses and I cried

I made a file of them all
To mourn that one deep wound
As I nurtured it, fed it
Like a nightmare I burried deep inside.


I was just scrolling mynotes and found this piece of writing. I've wrote it on my 17th birthday Aug 2, 2020.
Ah time runs so fast, feels like yesterday.
Click to expand...
Nice bellu
 
BellaLuna said:
My scar is turning into
A chronic, ugly wound
As I nurtured it, fed it
Like a nightmare I burried deep inside

It remained there
Well repressed, sealed and veiled
And found outlets
In small, random moments

I cried when a thorn grazed my finger tip
I cried when a passenger died
I cried when a stranger said a word
I cried when a pebble touched my foot
I found excuses and I cried

I made a file of them all
To mourn that one deep wound
As I nurtured it, fed it
Like a nightmare I burried deep inside.


I was just scrolling mynotes and found this piece of writing. I've wrote it on my 17th birthday Aug 2, 2020.
Ah time runs so fast, feels like yesterday.
Click to expand...
This poem carries such raw, unfiltered pain it's like an open wound itself, bleeding through every line. The way you describe nurturing your pain, unknowingly feeding it like a nightmare buried deep, is both haunting and deeply relatable.

The imagery of small, seemingly insignificant moments triggering an avalanche of emotions is so powerful. It speaks of grief, unresolved sorrow, and how pain has a way of creeping into everyday life, even when we think we've locked it away.

The repetition of "I cried" adds to the weight of this poem, making it feel like a confession, a quiet plea for release. It’s stunningly heartbreaking yet so real. Would you say this piece is personal, or is it a reflection of emotions you've observed in others?
 
Lion_Hearted said:
This poem carries such raw, unfiltered pain it's like an open wound itself, bleeding through every line. The way you describe nurturing your pain, unknowingly feeding it like a nightmare buried deep, is both haunting and deeply relatable.

The imagery of small, seemingly insignificant moments triggering an avalanche of emotions is so powerful. It speaks of grief, unresolved sorrow, and how pain has a way of creeping into everyday life, even when we think we've locked it away.

The repetition of "I cried" adds to the weight of this poem, making it feel like a confession, a quiet plea for release. It’s stunningly heartbreaking yet so real. Would you say this piece is personal, or is it a reflection of emotions you've observed in others?
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Thanks you
Just a reflection of emotions, observed in others and self.
 
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