Prisoner to Pain
The deep pull from within her soul,
the feelings that got buried
and locked away…
Kept them from surfacing,
so they couldn’t see the
growing pain behind the glow in her loving eyes.
The smile on her soft face,
the ring in her joyful laughs,
She hid every dark memory,
to show nothing but
a peaceful grace…
There was nothing worse
than becoming a prisoner
to pain…
Every day, she walked towards a warm loving sun,
there was no way, she’d ever let
anybody know, how behind it all,
how she had actually become undone.
There was nothing worse,
than becoming a prisoner to pain.
Every heartbeat,
every secret defeat.
She battled each day,
because if otherwise,
she knew she would pay.
There was nothing worse
than becoming a prisoner to pain.
Late at night,
laying awake,
when she thought everything was alright,
She was actually lost in her mind
by the burden of fright…
What if this was her last day?
Could she leave, feeling
That her life was okay?
Tears would strike
like a sharp knife…
The stab in her heart…
There was nothing worse,
than becoming a prisoner to pain.
So many hide behind a wall,
You don’t know the secrets
that keep them awake.
Those that continue to call.
The strength that kept her upon her feet,
to hide the defeat…
Not everyone knew
Some had no clue.
She’d rather smile,
and stay upon stage,
portraying happiness for awhile.
There was nothing worse,
than becoming a prisoner to pain.
It was better, staying silent,
only allowing some to enter in.
She lived a life,
where others have been,
but too ashamed,
for admittance.
There was nothing worse,
than becoming a prisoner to pain.
Her eyes sparkled with laughter,
She smiled to those who would meet her.
Telling jokes
and making everybody feel better,
to those she spoke…
Never once had she revealed,
the darkness that held her captive…
There was nothing worse,
than becoming a prisoner to pain.
Inside, she lives within herself,
fighting battles where only
love can heal all that she has
to gain…
She won’t be taken down,
she won’t be a prisoner
She won’t be bound…
The world won’t see
The hidden pain that one day will be set free.
Nobody will ever know,
the demons
that once had let be.
There was nothing worse,
than becoming a prisoner to pain.
-Ariana R. Cherry 2015
Ariana R. Cherry: Poet & Artist 