“Learning to Cope with Pain, Embracing Change”

“I guess I allow men to disrespect me. I throw things under the rug and shrug and think of the mistreatment as love. I am just so accepting of others because I know what it feels like to be an outsider.”

“According to him, I attract what I am. I am just Sam. When I am in the face of evil, it is unbelievable, inconceivable. I am used to verbal abuse and it has become a norm, even though it has created immense harm.”

“My intuition would sound the alarm but, I would disarm. Too many sullen moments, of feeling broken and hopeless. I would lose focus, and fall dark inside the mental abyss that is anxiety and depression. I would question my own self-worth and my purpose for being on this earth. Accidental birth.”

I question my ability to procreate and bring life into a world that has treated me unfairly. So much pain and shame I carry. I may smile, but deep down I still hurt. I have been putting in the work. One step closer, two steps back. It’s about the journey not the destination.”

“I will never be perfect but, I struggle feeling that I am worth it. When a man calls me derogatory words, I don’t react or snap. I retract and think I deserve it. I know this was a lot to share, but to all those out there who can relate: you’re not alone.”

“You are loved and are wanted on this earth. You may feel hurt and be in pain but, like my favorite line from the movie the Crow, ‘It can’t rain all the time.'”

by Scruz71895

Hello, my name is Samantha but, you may call me Sam. For as long as I can remember I have always loved to write. I was known for my short stories when I was a child and was known to have a wild imagination. As I got older, I tucked away my gift of writing and just let time pass. When the pandemic came about, I felt a nudge to use my voice and write again. I started posting poems as a way to help uplift and inspire people going through the pandemic. I was inspired to create a community of healing and to bring people together. I eventually began writing so much that I stumbled upon a poetry club based out of a city near where I live. When I experienced one of their events for the first time, I felt so at home and safe. Currently, I am still a part of that community and was referred to this website by one of the members of the club. She will remain nameless to protect her identity but, she does write for Harness Magazine and spoke very highly of this site. I do consider myself a very private person but, I have been told that my words have a lot of meaning. So here it goes...

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