Your Loving Daughter Forever

Today I soar higher

And I soar higher!

Escaping to the place

More welcoming and sacred

Than your heaven on earth

My heart is numb

And I can, neither feel love

Nor hate!

For my heart is weary

Of both.

Your smile could make me stay

But you chose to break me away

Today you can call me

A melted rainbow

 A dead butterfly

Or a forgotten song

You are free to call me

Honey, sweet daughter, darling angel

Mom and dad

I am going to a place

Where I came from

My stay was short

I had dropped in to say , Hello

Neither your pleadings

Nor your regrets

Would bring me back

This piece of steel will set me free

And close the door of your hell

 With a bang.

Don’t rush when you hear it.

I guess, I am the problem

You are just two shadows

Lingering your days together

The victims and the abusers

Why call it a family

You would do better

When I am gone

I am your extra rib

The cause of your pain

My departure will make

You wiser and a better couple

The demon needs my blood

To set us free

My take off will make you

Know and love me better.

Note : A fourteen years old girl apparently ,killed herself ,in a village recently . I wrote this poem to imitate her mind only.

16 Comments

  1. Keithfslater says:

    Your memorial words take me to a place of torment and pain. And you take me through her mind to a place of imagined peace and beauty! Your words have poignantly captured the depth of this sad story (from our perspective) and yet in the mind of the girl it is a place of beauty and release for all concerned.
    Ruqia, your powerful words evoke so many shades of emotions. Thank you!

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    1. Ruqia Ismat says:

      Thanks.πŸ™

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  2. Want to reblog if you allow

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    1. Ruqia Ismat says:

      Yes, you can reblog. It would be an honor for me .πŸ™

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    1. Ruqia Ismat says:

      Thank you πŸ™

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  3. Nope, Not Pam says:

    I think you’ve captured the angst perfectly. Suicide is a demon which is never put to rest

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    1. Ruqia Ismat says:

      Suicide is such a sad reality.πŸ™„πŸ™

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  4. Truly heartbreaking, Ruqia.

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    1. Ruqia Ismat says:

      Yes, it’s. she was my relative. Always will be part of my memory.πŸ™

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  5. Suicide isn’t easy to talk about, yet you worded it so well. I hope and I pray that her soul is finally at peace…

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    1. Ruqia Ismat says:

      Sure, never easy to talk about and we can never be sure what these people were thinking when they killed themselves. I just tried to be that person for a while. And I wrote about that girl. This girl was depressed.

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      1. Hard to imagine what went through their mind for I’m sure it wasn’t an easy decision to carry out. My heart truly goes out to this girl and the family she left behind. So much pain.

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  6. Very powerful and before I read your note below..very scary. Suicide is never the best choice.

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    1. Ruqia Ismat says:

      Yes, it’s a very scary state of mind. We think they make a choice and perhaps they think it’s the only option to end the suffering. I had a chance to talk to a suicidal person. Not this girl who I mentioned in the poem. πŸ™πŸ˜

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