These dry summer months are growing lonely.
Spring cleaning arises from the dust
And it's nothing like butterflies and fresh air.
Throw out all the books, the toys,
Everything that made your childhood
Just that... a child's life.
You must throw out your memories
Of everything that made you smile,
Keep those that your secret consists of.
You know it so very, very well;
You can't throw away bruises
Or give the op shop your abuse.
All the things you struggle to remember,
The memories you're reminded of
Through sheer visual stimulus;
That you must not keep.
And all you wish you could forget,
All you tell yourself to leave behind,
You just can't seem to rid yourself...
The fingerprints on neck and thigh,
All the lies you told to escape the truth,
There's no escaping that memory.
But you've got growing up to do,
Move on from toys, pictures, birthday cards...
And after every thing's thrown away
You're left in the middle of this empty room.
His Ghost is in the corner, mocking you.
And there you are, a small child
Cuddling a lonely, ratty, old bear.
You cry a lonely tear for your past self
Because you couldn't weep back then.
Author notes
G irl With Guitar
A contest entry
- Prewrites Contest by tears.of.silence.
1000 points, ended April 18, 2009, 390 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - PREWRITE!!!!! by darkscorpia.
640 points, ended May 19, 2009, 121 entries
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Comments
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Well this is different and sad. It sounds like your past has had some bangs and bumps along the way, but don't we all. This was your final poem and has made a 22 on the wow factor. Your total is 77 points. I thank you for entering and the best of luck to you. Kahy
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POwerful piece! Great job here. Keep up the great work!
Best wishes to you and thanks so much for the share!!!
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You are a powerful writer. I love your comment (F off with your sympathy and tea)lol...I loved that!
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