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Wednesday, June 24, 2015


Stepping out
Looking to find
Is everything OK am I really here?
Remembering the past
Ghosts that flint through my mind
Like cold winds that chill my bone
Certain things
That trigger them:
An angry face, harsh words
the sound of a belt whipping through the air
Send my mind
And emotions
Reeling to the past

It breaks open the ice I have been storing it in

Those feelings,
They are longer needed
I make who I am
I acknowledge them
And move on
I have safety here. And love.

And my child will never feel the torment

  Of violent and unspoken love.

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