Mayday (poem) by Michelle M Mead on AuthorsDen

Mayday
by Michelle M Mead → (All Poetry by Michelle M Mead)
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In the past-hope it helps others
invaded through darkness no longer a place for restful sleep a mouth with no words and hands with no reach a soul stiffens with each thrust weeping for its voice there is no more self in the reflection of a rapist's eyes you see them everywhere in you in the mistakes you think you made to deserve it corridors shudder with flapping pictures of life untouched and perfect we give life away and give death a life routine and ritual another one dies alive, inside of me no one to hold or cry or just stay stop but to push and to coax and to steal your peace and innocence and soul no one - no one to hold on cold steel and crinkled white paper in opening eyes and burning insides a slice and then where have i gone? backseat body curled up like that fetus just left behind only it's mine and I am crying for the death of my hope the death of those souls the pain too much i lie there writihing while he shops for motorcycle parts and pretends everything is ok (it never is)

Reviewed by Eden Monier

Reviewed on August 10, 2008

Very good message in your poem. You are very talented. I feel the emotion in this poem like it is screaming out to me, which is exactly what a poem should do. I also understand "(it never is)"...

Reviewed by Jon Willey

Reviewed on August 7, 2008

-- there is such raw emotion conjured up here -- fear, hope dashed with a monster's crush -- the privacy of a human soul invaded by a loathsome individual sans morals and compassion -- the only salvation is absolute forgiveness of the bikers trespass on their soul -- this is truly the meaning of, emotional grief --JMW

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on August 1, 2008

You are brave to express yourself so honestly, Michelle. And it may well be that your sharing will indeed help others. I really do not feel worthy of commenting on such an experience. I extend my sincere thanks for your sharing of it. Your verses touch the soul of this reader. Love, hugs, and best wishes,

Regis xo

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Only one who has been there can understand the tears, the pain in these words - of living a lie - pretending everything's okay when it's not - it's not - tears running down my face for your pain, my own rememberance -

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Reviewed by John Flanagan

Reviewed on July 31, 2008

I feel I'm an intruder here but one who can't resist the passions and confessions explored and delivered. Very fine, very fine indeed.
John

Reviewed by Rose Rideout

Michelle I am hurting for the pain in your words. Very powerful write here.

Newfie Hugs, Rose

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Deeply intense and painful subject but one you tackled and handled with a sense of purpose. Sad but also powerfully moving.
hugs
Fee

Reviewed by Karen Palumbo

A very overbearing pain that never really ever ceases and so the one who has been hurt must learn to live with the pain and keep it sheltered. A most heartwrenching piece....

Be always safe,
Karen

Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater

Reviewed on July 30, 2008

Cathartic, Michelle...endurance of a lifetime this healing takes, which will outlive the deed...if only the flower petals of May could soften the thorn which pains...a revelation that is much more painful and weighs heavy on the soul if it is locked away and not shared to help others who have been taken against their will...be well.

Love,
Sage