I day dreamed about a mother putting her daughter on depressants after driving her daughter to the emotional limit. I attempted to write it.
There was the girl.
She represented every other girl.
Wanting to be smart, right, bold, and loved.
Sadly this wasn't what the girl got.
Tortured by her mom's anxiety was forced upon her instead.
So she became depressed.
Her mom thought bold and found anti depressants.
The girl knew it would change her.
"I will never forgive you" the girl begged.
"You always say that" assumed the mother.
So the girl went to sleep that night.
She had a nightmare about those happy pills.
They would change her, she would be no more.
The next day she again told her mom that she didn't want the pills.
"Too bad" the mother responded.
"But they will change me, I won't be the same"
"I don't care, you need to change" the mother replied.
The pills were popped into the girl's mouth.
She leaned against the wall and began to feel a change.
Her atoms were shifting, she was feeling a wall go up.
Slowly her eyes glazed over and she watched the room become a numb place.
"How do you feel?" her mom asked.
"I don't know"
"Ok, well now that that is done, let's make dinner, what do you want?"
"I don't know"
"Nonsense, you always love cooking, what do you want to make?"
"I don't know"
The girl was gone.
Blocked from the rest of the world behind a wall of glass.
This wall kept her looking normal physically, while it trapped her mental self.
The room she was in ate her alive.
The glass wall caved in on her and shredded her soul.
No longer was this girl herself.
All she was, was numb.
And alone.
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Very good Bree. I've got to say that you are well on your way. You descriptions are excellent.
I'm going to be looking for a lot more poetics and writings from you. I'm IMPRESSED by this part . . .
"The girl was gone.
Blocked from the rest of the world behind a wall of glass.
This wall kept her looking normal physically, while it trapped her mental self.
The room she was in ate her alive.
The glass wall caved in on her and shredded her soul.
No longer was this girl herself.
All she was, was numb.
And alone."
~ Bree F.
This is NOW FEATURED in Poet's Passion!
Blessings to your pen ~
Rene
You'll always have support for your writings on Gather Bree, and definitely from us. And you're welcome about the feature.
Bree, you know you are welcome to join any of my Groups.
PROPHETIC PULSE ~ A Paradigm Shift is not for the faint of heart ~ lol ~ It gets rough in there sometimes...
Dream Depths is a milder version.
For Writing:
Artistic Therapy or Artistic Minds®.
And you're here talking in my Poetry Group.
...and you're already in a couple of them Bree ~ smiles.
Whatever you do Bree ~ Keep Writing...
HUGS ~
Your Friend,
Rene
I've featured this in my Metaphysical, Spiritual, Paranormal, & Dream Topics group. So now you've got two features in two different genres. Not bad for just joining Gather.