When I awoke
I found
a wreck of myself
dashed again and again against
the rocks of lost and jagged relationships.
Alcohol poured over wounds
left from transgressions forced upon
my childhood and blindly chosen
by me when I was still a woman-child.
I could see the other women
already safety upon the shore
calling to me
encouraging me
to save my battered self.
I swam the twelve lengths
to battle dark waves
cresting with mania
and crashing into depressed shores.
My feet, barefoot, began the journey
others had gone before
and I searched for a map and a compass
finding both in the stories of others.
Balance came as my sea legs left
but the path was never smooth,
sometimes I stumble
skinned knees reminders of earlier scars
but I pull myself back up, forgive them
and me, make amends and travel forever forward
to an unknown place promising serenity.
Please tell me what you think
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This is so emotionally powerful, wonderful metaphors painting a fearful picture that becomes a portrait of strngth. There is hope in your words, and truth. God Bless.
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verygood
This poem tells of a great fight to surive and in the end you found peace. well done God bless -
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Thank you
Thank you for your comment. Sorry for the delay in responding. Glenda
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