Violating hands invade my sleeplessness
once again piercing the axis of my hope
as I lose all sense of inner direction
Reliving that endless day incessantly
I feel the infringement of their intention...
If only I could die, perhaps this moment would end
Yet, some hurts never die, nor fade, nor free their grip
but live eternally in an open abrasion of the soul
They are more than mere imagination
They are not a dream or nightmare
They are simply reality
A penetration into darkness
My attempt at life
As I wait, longing for death, and the elimination of this timeless punishment
I weep within, for external tears go unseen...
Courageous write. Powerfully moving. Thank you for sharing your sentiments, Lori. Love, peace and strength to you. Regis
Reviewed by Anna Marie Fritz (Reader)
Reviewed on February 20, 2004
A penetrating set of verses, Lori.
Some of the treatments mentioned by
others here, are worth checking into.
I know what you are experiencing.
Strength to you, dear girl.
Reviewed by Vesna Perkovic (Reader)
Reviewed on February 20, 2004
Lori..have you tried alternate modalities of healing..eg. REIKI..releasing..regression..there is much available..sometimes academic medicine just isn't enough...one must go within..but it must be a gentle opening...
PS I'm a Reiki Master..that's why I mentioned the above methods..:)
vesna
Reviewed by Ted Sheridan (Reader)
Reviewed on February 19, 2004
It is too bad that we all don't have some type of valve to release when we feel this way. It is very hard to forgive and forget.
It reminds me of my PTSD
with the brainstem lesion and sexual abuse.
I understand in a way what you
are going through. You said it very well.
Excellent poem! BRAVA!BRAVA!BRAVA!BRAVA!
I agree with Pat, Lori! exceptional writing!You make me feel the depth of the penetration, which thankfully, I can reject the horrible heaviness of it quickly, but you can't and that makes me truly hurt for you.It just seems so depressing that they have not found a way to cure or help it more. I can actually picture the tears within you, don't know what else to say...
" ... A penetration into darkness / My attempt at life ..."
What emotion in those two lines! You are able to weigh the reader down with the sadness that you feel. Excellent work, Lori.
Reviewed by Andrea Da Costa (Reader)
Reviewed on February 19, 2004
Very real and sad....well said
Andrea
Reviewed by Floria Kelderhouse (Reader)
Reviewed on February 19, 2004
"Yet, some hurts never die, nor fade, nor free their grip
but live eternally in an open abrasion of soul '
Blatantly true Lori...I feel the pain...and this drew
tears...very sad...writing is a healing tool...keep
writing...this was so moving..bless you...floria
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I wish you peace within,
Tami
Some of the treatments mentioned by
others here, are worth checking into.
I know what you are experiencing.
Strength to you, dear girl.
PS I'm a Reiki Master..that's why I mentioned the above methods..:)
vesna
I hate that your in pain, and so young...
Well penned, as is all your writes....
with the brainstem lesion and sexual abuse.
I understand in a way what you
are going through. You said it very well.
Excellent poem! BRAVA!BRAVA!BRAVA!BRAVA!
What emotion in those two lines! You are able to weigh the reader down with the sadness that you feel. Excellent work, Lori.
Andrea
but live eternally in an open abrasion of soul '
Blatantly true Lori...I feel the pain...and this drew
tears...very sad...writing is a healing tool...keep
writing...this was so moving..bless you...floria