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Torn Pages
by M. R. B.
Tuesday, February 08, 2005
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My poor mother's love was forsaken to me,
a young child's loved pushed away.
To just let it be, was the oft spoke decree,
but a child's love grows day-by-day.

The heart through the eyes of a child shines true ,
for there is no love more refined.
Tainting an innocence with scorn through and
through,
designing a love so maligned.

Time makes its mark on the pages of my life,
revealing the stories of our tears.
Pages with our names bonded with our strife,
can't break the curse through the years.

On the pages of my life she was what I yearned
I loved her very much that was true .
Wasted was my life over time being spurned
and the past is too late to undo.

Not saying good bye nor making our peace,
she left my heart crushed like a stone.
The haunting regret will never ever cease,
and for that I alone must atone.

For I'll hang my regret on my darkened wall of
shame
with the love that was always reviled.
I'm the only one left holding on to the blame,
and the heart of that innocent child.

 ©  MRD 2005
                   


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Reviewed by Axilea MU 3/24/2008
We have been hurt, we have been wounded. Powerful words, accurate and touching, show how much we can share through poetry. Very good work!

Axilea
Reviewed by Robert Harrison 1/26/2007
The equation will work out in the end.
Reviewed by A Serviceable Villain 4/22/2005
Mari,

Powerfully and emotively written poem that jerks one's heart-strings and opens the tear's floodgates ... excellent!!

Blessings,

Robert
Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner 3/21/2005
Mari,

Take my heart out and squuuuuuueeeeze the tears out of my eyes--JAYS this is a powerfully, shattering, emotional write--too close to home for me--

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. *tears tears tears*
Reviewed by Barbara Terry 2/24/2005
(Crying) I'm sorry Mari, but I saw (sniff) myself there too. It is a disaster (sniff, godd why didn't she love me?), that everytime we hold out our arms for a hug, they just sit there. (Crying still). Mari, If I knew that you weren't writing about your experiences, I could have sworn that it was me being whose love was being spurned. Thnx Mari for sharing a bit of your soul with us. (Still crying) This brought back so many memories, memories as you say will hang on the darkened wall of shame, along with our regrets. You and I know what those regrets are, and now it is too late. I tried to make my peace with her, but on her deathbed, she was still hateful and disapproving. My love for her will never die (crying yet.), nor will the love I hold for my sisters, who are stingy with their affections towards me. Peace Mari, and may the Lord always be with you, and constantly at your side, no matter what. With much love, peace, & (((HUGS))), your very dear friend in Wisconsin, and sister in Christ our Lord,

Barbara Lynn Terry
"If I have to...Then I may as well be."
Reviewed by Bhuwan Thapaliya 2/24/2005
Mari...I am all into tears ....soul touching write....all the best my dear friend...love n luck.....BHUWAN!!!
Reviewed by Zenith Elliott 2/19/2005
Very sad and powerfully written, Mari! Peace and best wishes ~Z~
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader) 2/18/2005
I relate, to a point. It is the children, who in their innocence, is left to wonder the why's and the where to's and usually find solace within their tortured soul in the form of "It must be all my fault. Something is wrong with me." This really was a gut-wrencher.
Reviewed by ~Indigo~ Elga 2/18/2005
Dearest Mari,

This certainly has me choked up, so much pain and heartache, when a child should have nothing less than love. Mari, you have done nothing wrong, except having loved your mother unconditionally, as any child would. The picture adds so much more. Take care Mari, God bless.

Warm hugs and love
Elga
Reviewed by Nordette Adams 2/15/2005
Oh, what a strong, powerfully emotional write, Mari. Both your words and the picture tugged at me. Some of us never get over maternal rejection. I was blessed to have three mothers in a sense, but even with that the certain wounds only a mother can inflict run deep. Good job.
Reviewed by Dens Dreamweaver (Reader) 2/13/2005
A very moving write ... You bring the emotion in your words out so well - your readers can feel it as they read.

Exceptionally done...
Melanie
Reviewed by *********** ********** (Reader) 2/12/2005
Powerful words....this is wonderful work.

Nice to meet you.....

thanks, Dani
Reviewed by Lori Maynard 2/12/2005
Wow, very strong Mari! This fits my life well
Reviewed by Regis Auffray 2/12/2005
Such powerful meaning expressed in your verses, Mari. Sad. Yes. But I can so relate to this. Thank you. Love and peace to you. Regis
Reviewed by Mitzi Jackson 2/11/2005
sad write
hang it up you may visit it now and then
but don't let that be a driving force
trust i know
Reviewed by Muhammad Al Mahdi 2/11/2005
Your words are powerful and your final rhymes congenious. It touches many things and is not endured easily. Children will never be what their parents expect them to be and our emotional lives to varying degrees are always left in ruins on account of this universal fact. Love is merciless.
Reviewed by Huda Orfali 2/10/2005
Very touching poem, Mari, well done
Love and peace
Reviewed by Kate Burnside 2/10/2005
This rocks me to the core, Mari, as I too can relate in some small way - not by the intention of a mother's indifference or her desire to inflict known pain, but for other reasons why she was locked away into herself and I just felt "shut out" or "not what she wanted". I am only just realising the degree to which these feelings which I share in common with you have been shaping my self-esteem and self-image - and understanding and beginning to accept the love and acceptance of others is starting the journey of healing for me. Writing, too, is of course therapeutic. Recognition is perhaps the first step but I do know what you mean that it is the seat of the mind, will and emotions - i.e. the heart - that is perhaps the last to be able to accept what we know in our heads to be the truth: that indeed we are TOTALLY worthy, acceptable and beautiful in our own right. And I think many of here at the Den will be walking your walk with you... your poetry is a gift and a marvellous crucible that is testimony to you having come through some sorts of refining fires in your life: it is pure and crystal clear. It rings like a bell and resonates like a breeze across the strings of our souls. You are a great blessing to us all. And I hope you can "feel the luv", Sister!! LOL Kate xx
Reviewed by Lori Moore 2/9/2005
Wonderfully written. This is a beautiful creation.
Reviewed by jude forese 2/9/2005
when innocense is shattered by indifference, one believes that shame and the aftermath of blame rise from within oneself because one did not try hard enough to heal the wound ... but that's an illusion, the wound should not have been inflicted to begin with and when it was, it should have been healed by the one who caused it ...

eloquently written, Mari ...
Reviewed by Kate Clifford 2/9/2005
Sad poetry extremely well written.
Reviewed by Dave Harm 2/9/2005
Shame and blame... powerful games to play on the heart of an innocent child. Very well written...
Reviewed by Sherry Gibson 2/9/2005
Mari,

The best poetry I have read today. Excellent work, so deep and emotional!

Sherry L Gibson
Reviewed by Felix Perry 2/9/2005
This one is worthy of publication, it covers the subject with deep passionat conviction from beginning to end.

Felix
Reviewed by Mark Rockeymoore 2/9/2005
yeah...that's real. those things that pass us before we realize its too late, that haunt late nights and spare moments...write on, poet.
Reviewed by Joel Raja Kumar J 2/9/2005
Sad and touching poem.

Love from India - Joel -
Reviewed by Henry Lefevre 2/9/2005
Beautiful but sad poetry.

Vaya con Dios.Hank
Reviewed by Tinka Boukes 2/9/2005
A thought provoking write Mari!!

Love Tinka
Reviewed by Dale Clark 2/9/2005
Sad and haunting Mari!
Reviewed by Sandie Angel 2/9/2005
No matter what the circumstances of how one was born, one always have to be strong for oneself. Afterall, we all have only one life to live and it's upto us to create happiness for ourselves.

A very thought-provoking piece.

Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader) 2/9/2005
This reminds me of a friend of mine at least the brother and sister. How sad but also inspiring.
Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU 2/9/2005

An impressive composition poemized with emotions of true life,
making this poem, "Torn Pages" a lesson to learn from... It is inspiring and touching.


Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Reviewed by Lisa Hilbers 2/9/2005
Mari, Our childhoods as un-natural as some of them were, is what made us strong. Strong enough to face and overcome any other barriers in life. You have hurdled and won the race to adulthood, and by winning, you now have the courage to face the next competition. I've no doubt you'll win that one too.
A sad but fortifying write, that no doubt has been written with and by the strength of a wonderful woman.
Keep writing! You've many more to share!

Lisa
Reviewed by Handsum Hart 2/9/2005
Sad, touching and powerful - all rolled into one.
What a sad face, is that you in the picture?
Nice work

Best wishes
HH
Reviewed by E T Waldron 2/8/2005
Mari, this makes the heart shudder with both sadness and joy! When someone can overcome such heartache it leaves regret in the dust where it belongs.The person that such as this happens to who suffered the agony and sadness, now must accept the end to it and grasp the joy of redemption. Superb write. Thanks for sharing...etw
Reviewed by Aberjhani 2/8/2005
The healing love, transcendent beauty, and courageous emotional truth expressed in this poem more than makes up for the haunted past to which it makes reference. These lines shine the light of a pure redemption and make "shame" and "regret" irrelevant. A bonafide treasure of wisdom and grace. Thank you for sharing.
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