The cuts were wide open.. Blood poured fresh.. From long open wounds.. The physical scars have healed lightened with each passing year.. The scars on my heart grew larger as the years went on.. A memory string to you.. My mother.. A blood thirsty bond.. I thought all love had died with my heart.. Taken when I was a child.. Vanquished with my childish hopes childish dreams.. Dreams of making you love someone like me. The wounds opened Bled for years.. Turning my heart anemic.. Dizzy with childish want with childish need Emotions nonexistent A face like a mask.. with no substance.. A heart with no way in.. Afraid of you.. Afraid of love.. I gave up on you.. For my own protection.. I buried you.. In a shallow grave in my heart.. That I came to visit.. on days when I craved even your abuse. Now after years.. You spared me a drop of salve.. Put the smallest piece of gauze on the biggest wound.. A glimmer of hope.. I am once again.. that child.. Digging you out of your shallow grave.. I created with tiny hands. Ready to forgive.. Ready to be loved.. Willing to take a chance my heart still broken.. the pain still alive. If you try to hurt me.. If this is yet.. another game .. another lie. My memories will be buried in a much deeper grave.. I will be forced to finally.. forever let all hope die.
Having been an abused child myself, I know what a hell it can be. I also know
that there's mostly no way to "make it better". Life has a way of killing our dreams,
but it seldom gives us much to replace them with. I found that I could put all that
behind me though, and so should you. It does no good to dwell on what can't be
changed.
Reviewed by Susan Barton (Reader)
Reviewed on August 6, 2003
You absolutely poured yourself out with this. Very powerful words. SueB
Reviewed by serenety L (Reader)
Reviewed on August 6, 2003
I can feel the pain inside you. I know how difficult it is to cope with those feelings, overcome them. Some manage, some don't.
I wish you luck
S
Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on August 5, 2003
Erica, you pull at our hearts nad souls with this poem. Your pain comes through and we want to reach out to you. But you know that this is in the past. It cannot be this way today. You have come so far and your poetry has been reflecting this. Keep looking forward and taking one step at a time and living life one day at a time. We are all here for you. Your friend Bill
This is truly a masterful work of passionate poetry. It grabs one inside the very soul and does not let go. Very awesome is your artistry.
Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
Reviewed on August 4, 2003
OH ERICA!!!!!!!!!!!
"Dreams of making you love
someone like me.
The wounds opened
Bled for years..
Turning my heart anemic..
Dizzy
with childish want
with childish need
Emotions nonexistent
A face like a mask..
with no substance..
A heart with no
way in..
Afraid of you.."
;(
PJ
Erica, other than what is going on in this poem, I hope you are doing well. I can tell this was a very painful write for you. I hope it works out.
~Sara
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that there's mostly no way to "make it better". Life has a way of killing our dreams,
but it seldom gives us much to replace them with. I found that I could put all that
behind me though, and so should you. It does no good to dwell on what can't be
changed.
I wish you luck
S
Nancy
I felt this entirely... such a strong write, spoke to my heart... great job :)
--Karissa
William
"Dreams of making you love
someone like me.
The wounds opened
Bled for years..
Turning my heart anemic..
Dizzy
with childish want
with childish need
Emotions nonexistent
A face like a mask..
with no substance..
A heart with no
way in..
Afraid of you.."
;(
PJ
~Sara
A very sad write. It is so powerful, I can feel for you.
Sandie Angel a.k.a. May Lu :o)
Love
Tinka
a powerful write
john+