Self Preservation, A Poem for those who still suffer

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Heavy chest pulls down my will.
Free will being what I was gifted
at birth.

The perfect birth into the perfect reality.
Perfect opportunities await,
The perfect newborn in this place
So green with renewal and void of
Fear, sadness, hate

Toddler eyes see many things
Including all that should remain unseen.
Speaking not quite there
But scenes are embedded
in the little brain.
Embedded images
will follow you child!

Child is not as lucky as infant
whose ignorance is bliss.
Toddler has seen and heard
Unable to understand.

But child, poor innocent bird in a cage
Cannot escape the things
they have seen and heard
and embedded in them since birth.
Innocence begins to change
into feeling and reaction.
Uncontrolled reaction.

Child to teen
whose lost
into external stimuli.
Leads to external stimuli.
Leads to external stimuli.

Adult!
Walking down roads.
Paths of seeking and searching.
Some to left
Some to right
Some lay down and sleep through life,
as the world is too bothersome
and relentless.

Adult!
Making choices, decisions
based on little embedded images
they cannot understand.
Making perfection who come
into the world,
Perfect.
Innocent.
Untainted.

What happens?

Heavy heart beating.
Mind searching.
Free will to choose.
Choose.
Choose!

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About goplayintraffic

My Blog, which began as a mommy blog and turned into a writing website, www.write2survive.com, is the product of my years of being home with my children and trying to find ways to keep myself sane. I have always had this feeling, coming from a single mother, that I have to contribute financially and that I have to be able to take care of myself and my children. having been married, being a NYC school teacher, having four children, living in Newtown, CT and trying to find a way to get through each day with a smile has always been something I've strived for. My stories, articles and poems will do a lot of things but mostly make you feel. I think that is what is so wonderful about having the ability to write. I have been given the gift of taking my emotions and transferring them to written word. Once that is done, I can share those words with others who may feel better, maybe just for a moment, but better nonetheless having read my words. I am glad you are here and hope you will stay:)
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