relationships
are harder to let go
for someone who hoards
pieces of paper
rubber bands
and names
milk-less breasts
leave me hollowed out
and strained
(will i ever birth a breath again)
things i hold on to include
an escape
that meant way more to me
than i did her
she shuffled me about
until her filing cabinet
grew full and something
had to be thrown away
a bee
that held my hand
why i killed life
and tried to take my own
but let go when a pretty girl
came along
an abuser
that took away everything
i ever wanted
and replaced it with
the nothing i am today
a rapist
that taught me about my body
in the most intimate of ways
and left me hating men
and myself
so forgive me please
dear
if the only way i know how
to define my self these days
is by picking off the scabs
and reveling in the stuff underneath
Author notes
err to remembering ... but thank god for the healing ...
In a list
A contest entry
- we are also what we've lost by jeremiah abel.
600 points, ended October 1, 2008, 15 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Turn that silver into Gold pt 9 by whispernthedark.
400 points, ended October 18, 2008, 39 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Wonderful poem, such strong emotion. Thank you for entering the contest, good luck.
♥
whisper
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Interesting View!
I had to read and reread your poem o determine just what you wanted to say. It might just be me. Though I got the pain and alienation you felt; that you were raped and abused, I had no sense of healing in it.
Best of Luck! -
Love this! I really relate to the first stanza. Great imagery and voice. Just what I was looking for today to read. I enjoyed it.
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