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Over 200 pages of gripping poetry where Janet Caldwell bares her soul in reflections of real events from her life and fictitious renderings of her innermost feelings.
Excerpt
Separating from the madness to a place where I could cope, also the title to my book.
I learned to count early
Read the bible too
Wrath, punishment
Seemed no absolution
Separate at five
In the morning
When I was defiled
Five screams a minute
Five shiny points from
The glass shards
Five fingers, to check off
As I calculate
In five minutes I'm clean
and new
Separated by five degrees
Five from what I don't want
To remember, anything green
Black or brown
Make it easier
Five letters/numbers are my friends
The ceiling fan;
Wood, glass, white, brown, brass
Another set of quints
A quick escape
When I should need one
My rabbit hole with
Back-doors aplenty
Five senses all shut down
I've got good and can count
Before what might happen
Safe in numbers, hidden
When I separate from myself.
©2001-2009 Janet Caldwell
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