A second poem, in Breaking Chains
Buried pains, unknown reemerging.
Perhaps in order to save another, our own pains,
desires..sit back and "Wait"..Until the job is done..
Thinking all the while they are gone..settled..that you have gone past "All that"..
I don't know the answer..This piece is not a poetic
masterpiece by far..It seems almost child like in style to me, looking at it now..But perhaps the part of me that penned it, is that hurt child..
There is more growing to do, more to learn, and more healing to be done..
Poem I ~ As Tears go by ~ Children See Flowers
For my Daughter
Link Below~ Family Dysfunction .Make up of the workings Breaking the Chains..
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Music ~ "Edelweise"
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Break The Chains ~ Stopping Domestic Abuse~ Family Dysfunction
hugs,
Chris
Hugs,
Victoria
Wow, this is makes me want to cry. Thank God my mom and I are on better terms now. She is such a lovely person now.
But I'm so moved by the words here, my tears starts flowing when I hear your inner pain, almost pararel to mine.
Take care!!!!!
Sandie Angel :o(
First off let me say that YOU are very brave. I know this is hard, as hard as anything that I've written. I also want to say that the child-like voice is exactly what makes this poem good. I hate to say something like, it's heart-felt but it is. It's great. Another thing, yes she does hear you. The after-life is for learning as well.
(((HUGS))) to you my friend.
Love, Janet xoxoxo