Storm of the past
Still ripples to the shoreline
Echoing memory of a dark story
When a black-hearted antagonist
With a hidden agenda
Usurped child’s right to happiness
Slashing innocence
With no remorse
Adult-child awakens
To haunting memories
Pain-body cries out
Bleeding into present moments
Needing salvation
Praying for healing
Having sacrificed too much
In one lifetime
*(May healing and happiness find you one day, M.)
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This brought tears to my eyes. How many women have this story to tell? Hits home.
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Your empathy is appreciated, V.J.
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Huggs to you. Been there, done that.
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Thanks, Jeni. Hugs to M. also. 🙂
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This imagery just hits home in a ragged way. The sacrifice hovers. And knowing we aren’t alone…your words do that. Thank you.
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Yes, the sacrifice hovers. M. is not alone. Thank-you for your comment.
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Powerful. Hard. Real. Sad.
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It was hard to write, but needing to be said. Thanks, Lindy.
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