Foster Child – Heather Mirassou

Foster child of silence
What did you say?
You were always instructed to smile
It was a woman’s way
Your smile is corrugated
You eyes sheathed in despair
You yearn for a rush of happiness
You wear your masks expertly
Until your hidden emotions bleed
You pace and pray to make them go away
But you cannot stay sane in this façade
White padded walls embrace you
Until your soul is cut in two
You finally speak
But no one listens to you
No light on the horizon
Only darkness that ties you down
You don nakedness
You plant your feet in a potted tree
Hoping to go back to a place,  safe and serene
Instead on the cusp of losing your mind
You hear voices calling out
Telling you that they love you
You look all around for them
But remain alone in the padded room
Your mental illness you cannot control
It is the monster in your heart that wants to let go
You gather your strength above no other
To put another mask of sanity on your face
You play your façade expertly
And you are released for a time
Until you become a danger to yourself or others again
Where is your gratitude?
Just for today
You have been given multiple chances
Of a second chance at life
Remove the lock and key from your soul
Seek help and slowly let the pain come
Don’t let it drown you
Some memories have been taken away by God
Other’s  have endured with his assistance
But what is wisdom and life without trial
Begin to forgive and begin to heal
Let the dragons come head on
With your family by your side
You are not alone
Speak your voice or ink your pen
But do not be a victim
To the demons inside
Take off your running shoes
Go barefoot in earth’s paradise
Walk to the ends of the Earth
And God will kiss your blisters away
You will no longer be despondent
No longer suffocating in your silence
You will remain on the path to freedom
Break from the constant
Begin to live again
Free yourself
Find the courage and the voice
To say goodbye to the old demons
The harmony in your heart is your life-giving force

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About Heather Mirassou

I am a writer and poet. I am a Hippie at heart and cowgirl in spirit. I am kind, compassionate, loving and loyal and I am all forgiving. I accept and love all people, of all creeds, religions, color, sexual orientation and any other characteristics that are non-conforming to society’s mold. I am quiet in a crowd but speak volumes in my writing. It has given me a voice, when sometimes, I could not even speak. Writing gives me the freedom to be “ME”. It is my most natural and comfortable state. Writing to me, is as essential as breathing. I have two stellar and spectacular sons. Brandon & Trevor, ages 31 & 24. Being their mother is one of my greatest achievement of my life. They give me so much to live for. They inspire me, invigorate me and challenge me. They love me unconditionally. They have given me a fresh breath of life, when I’ve thought I had no breath left. They have faith and belief and remind me, that I can achieve any dream, any dream at all. I love to be outdoors. The beach is my favorite place to be. I can skip, run, fly a kite, gather shells and rocks, be romantic, be calmed by the waves and at peace with the ocean. The mountains becon me with wonder, I become one with the earth. Nature engulfs me, mind, body and spirit. I love spending time with my dogs, Jakey and Buster. Jakey, is a Great Pyrenees and Lab. Buster a long-haired Dachshund. Jakey loves to dance with me, muzzle me and put his head between my knees. He is my protector, my service dog and he keeps me giggling. Buster is my serious,lovable, loyal friend. He is my lap dog, a place he loves to be. My dogs are my daily company. They bring me absolute unconditional love and attention. They always know when I need love the most and they are always there providing love and comfort. I treasure my family and friendships both new and old. I receive gifts of experience, wisdom and love on a daily basis from those closest to me. In writing my poetry, I draw within the reflection of my soul. I write of beauty, of desire, of hope, of nature. I write some dark and some light. Some sad and some funny. Some old memories, some new. I write poetry of courage, defeat, dying and resurrection. I write about my life experience, my challenges, my dreams, my accomplishments, dreams not yet lived. I write of love, intimacy, vulnerability and sometimes subtle, erotic poetry. I write about my impression and observation of life and people living amongst me. I am forever changing on my life pendulum. With it, my poetry is changing and is a reflection of my soul. Thank you for visiting, My Poetry Soul Closet. I hope you leave with a warm heart, an open mind and kindred spirit. I hope my poetry somehow affects your impression of life, love and people. With a Smile, Heather Mirassoub
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One Response to Foster Child – Heather Mirassou

  1. savvy4u says:

    Nice poem! 🙂

    Like

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