Sad little face staring back.. at me
studies me hard..like I used to be
nervous of strangers..especially men
looking back now and thinking.. of then
years drift away..and the memory clears
taking the pain and adding a tear..
leaving a shadow.. where once lived a child..
now an old lady resides.. here inside..
heart beats now steady..not fluttering fear
one deep breath in...and the hope re-appears
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Written May 11th, 2005
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Thank you John, glad you enjoyed it
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Yes a little sad I agree but I got more good vibes from it than sad ones. I am loving the way you write by the way.......off to read some more.
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There is always hope looking to find a way in...the trick is to leave the door on the latch
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last line takes it, one breath in and there comes hope, but you only have hope if you feel your breath, for so many breaths you forget and that is our real clock....
Good write,
Jonny -
Thank you
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indeed a sad piece, but so beautifully written. innocence stolen, life shattered, eventually the remergence of hope and the reclaiming life. bless you...jcd-
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Not all abuse is sexual...some is verbal, some physical..this was written to exorcise if you like what lurks deep within Many thanks for your comments
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Thank you I am delighted that you enjoyed it
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I agree, it can be read in many ways..Thank you for not analyzing too closely
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Thank you Amber for your lovely comments
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Thank you
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It was not a personal abuse write, but more of an awareness to things that were not quite right..Many thanks for your kind comments
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I really like this poem, your use of pausing was really very affective. Awesome job...
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beautiful!
oh your poem was absolutely brilliant! i love it soo much! the life of a child is a fragile thing. oh this was great! i wish i could aplaud this seven times! this as beautiful. i'm sure a lot of people will love this! 'leaving a shadow.. where once lived a child..
now an old lady resides.. here inside.." those were great lines. great job! keep up the good work!
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beautiful
that's really beautiful...it touches a personal place -
awesomeness
This was really good. It was a pure piece and I give you Kudos for doing so welL!This was pretty! -Amber -
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I see this is personal and don't feel to comfortable analyzing it, but I must admit, this poem lures my imagination to things not usually touched on this way.
I can't help but feel a grandmother looking at a grandaughter's face, a distorted image, and the hope being an element of the youngsters youth.
But then again she just might be staring at her own small face in a tiny mirror *shrugs*
This was interesting though. and eerie at the same time.
The thought of contemplating one's own senility. -
pure and honest
At first I thought this was talking about a child as in off spring, then I thought this was talking about a child that lives inside of each one of us, very nicly done, so real and honest and pure
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loved it! this could be about so many things...but i see it as remembering sexual abuse of somekind and then letting it be healed allowing hope to be reborn...good write..
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