It wasn’t the grey hair. (Sad)
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IT WAS NOT THE GREY HAIR
Upon my head
2 Grey hairs
It makes me sad
But not how you expect
You see they remind me
Of how little time I had
How short my life has been
And how much pain I carry
Its not the hair,
No,
Its time…
Time is a monster
And it hurts in ways
That cannot be describedI find myself in sorrow
As I search all these memories,
So few are happy
Even fewer are safe
Words to describe them
Are abuse, Pain, Neglect.
Homelessness, Suicide,
Sexual abuse, torture,
Hatred.
Words that will haunt me
Till the day I die
And perhaps
Maybe longer than then?As I pull these hairs out
With tears down my cheeks
I just wish I had more time
More time to be safe
To be comfortable…
To love myself as much as I love others.
I question things…
With these tears of mine
Did I deserve it all?
Am I evil?
Are those words from the past true?I have no answers for these questions
And I know deep down,
I may never will…
But I still ask them
Because time is cruel
And it holds you hostage
To this sad world
Reminding you…
That you can never escape
From loosing things
And wishing them backSo please listen,
Take time to understand
Its not the hair.
The hair doesn’t make me sad,
Its the reminder of time
And how little I had
I just wanted to be happy
And for one short gasp…
I had that.
But then it was gone
Like so much else I loved
Faded…
Distant.
About The Author
Matty is a 36 year old girl who is an Autistic Poet, Writer and Artist and lives alone in Christchurch New Zealand with a kitty! Matty has given many talks on autism and about being unique in a world that's often not accepting, Matty has also engaged with artist and worked on Art projects Matty usually works on an Art project at the same time as a writing one! This means posts can be a bit delayed!
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