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A Mother’s Fear (the innocence of a child) by Enna Mari

Anger sparks within her eyes, 
Flooded with colours of the night,
A broken shield made of lies, 
Gives the child, a big fright. 

Now a sound, a wail, a weep,
The Mother tries to calm the little sheep,
"Hush," she whispers as she prays,
Hoping the child won't run away.

This is part two of the poems that are based/inspired by William Blake’s “Songs of Innocence and Experience.” Unlike the first one, this one is more explicitly obvious that it draws from Blake’s poetry, especially focusing on the naivety of the child where the simple actions of an adult can frighten it.

Though it is not what I usually write in regard to poetry, it is still not too bad. I personally prefer “The Differences” more, perhaps it is because it may be based off myself. Like the previous William Blake inspired poem, it was written for a school assignment and has an accompanied analysis. If any of you are interested, let me know and I’ll attach it. 😊

They Know Nothing as They Tell Lies by Enna Mari

They tell me I’m fine,
They think I am not, 
They comment on parts that matter a lot,
From struggles of health to unsolicited advice, 
They think they have rights to tell me what’s what,
The surface of tension and other things right,
They give me a smile with no one in sight.
From lovesick stares to stolen moments,
They took what they thought were just more tokens, 
Not a thought about the others,
They didn’t consider the people involved. 

A rose so red it couldn’t be friendship, 
They told me it was nothing to do with relationships,
Then many weeks later they declared their love,
I was confused with the man in the house,
Yet here I am walking beside them,
While some hatred still lingers and festers inside me,
Although they don’t know the secrets I’ve learnt,
Or the [long held] words of despair so deeply burnt,
They think I’m still an ignorant little “girl”
With tears spent out and the lows forgotten.

They are not ready for the person they’ve given,
They don’t know the secrets I’ve hidden,
Or the setting feeling of impending doom,
And it’s just while I sit in my room,
I know that I will never say those words,
But I can't say I dying to know,
Why they would say such a thing, 
To hide the lies and miscommunication, 
Although some many deny, 
It’s clear there was a dalliance all along.

Words by Enna Mari

Words  

Help, help, help, help, help, help, help, help, help, help, help, help, help, help, help, help, help, help, help, help, help, help, help, help.                                                      
Hoping saying the words makes it true.

Alone, depressive, monsters, anxiety, hurt, inner voice, a broken heart, nothing, empty, shivers, nerves, self, words, silent screams.                                                
Something I truly know, as close as friends.

Fine, okay, happy, book reader, smart, thriving, going through a rough patch, understanding, empathic, speak up, know it all, great student, part of four.                 
A farced played by me and blurred by others.

Smile, anxious, internalised, glimpse, angry, understood, enough, never truly, tired, wonderful student, reader, wise, gives, takes, allies.                                              
Something they see but I’ve filtered it all.

Gapes, sad, confused, dislike, hate, lonely, never, why, difficulty, know, a mess, trying, climbing but falling, cruel, harsh, tough, fragile, broken.                                        
Negative but true, something I've excepted.

Fantastic, wonderful, great, good, well, fine, okay, bad, surviving, alive, lost.     
Starting with the biggest lie.

I wrote this poem recently, I know, some people might not consider it to be a poem but it’s up to you to decide what you think of it. It is quite a dark poem and yes, in case you are wondering I’m okay. I called it words [it’s quite self-explanatory] because of repeated words and just words in general. Apoligies for the format, I’m still learning.

From a single smile by Enna Mari


From a single smile 

Still the past bites and crawls,
Haunting me to the end with gore,
Bleeding and hurting forever more,
One action led to the end of it all,
It started with a single smile,
After running a hundred miles,
Though they knew what they were doing,
Nobody saw where they were going,
Leaving the rest in the dust,
It filled the admirers with lust,
Unexpected surprises were to come,
Led to the battle of internal war,
Against themselves and against the law,
With no help or support,
The shell of hardness began to grow,
Never letting the others fully in.

This poem was written by me. I wrote it a year or so ago. The poem is about a friendship “break up” and how trauma can affect someone. This particular friendship involved another person who was quite close to me and even three years later I was still hurt by it. Nothing extremely dramatic happened, on the outside we had looked like two best friends who had a fall out. But behind closed door it was deeper than that. I do not know if this person intentionally hurt me, but on multiple occasions they have done things that were quite upsetting especially when I reflect on the past. I currently don’t have any hard feelings towards them as I have grown from this experience, but I would certainly say I have had bitter feelings in the past. We made countless wonderful memories together and I am grateful for it, she was my best friend but I’m not sure if she felt the same way throughout the entirety of the friendship. I considered this as a friendship break up because I continued to try and stay in touch when we started to drift apart, but one-sided relationships never work. In a way I wasn’t surprised especially since the whole event came with a change, a transition from primary to high school. I received a book on my birthday, she pulled me aside and gave me a book on how to make friends. Although I was a shy child, I have improved immensely throughout the years and looking back it hurt more than it should have. I requested we stayed friends, whether it was best friends it didn’t matter, I couldn’t let the person who knew the most about me go. It is clear now that she was suggesting we weren’t going to be close friends from the reluctant nature in her voice. Ignorant little me thought it was a nice and thoughtful gift. How I was wrong.

I hope in this poem you find your own meaning and even find it relatable. Friendships can be complicated and even more so when involving life changing situations.

If you are going through a rough patch specifically to do with friends, just know you will find your people it takes time, but it will happen and don’t under value yourself, don’t let others use you. You are worth so much more.