|Spotting Glimpses of Color (standard:poetry, 391 words)|
|Author: Lori||Added: Feb 08 2012||Views/Reads: 1019/520||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|This is the third poem in my Child Abuse series. Sometimes it's not about reliving the attack. It's about facing the mirror. Deciding what's a mirage and what's real.|
Spotting Glimpses of Color As I sit here staring into the looking glass, smoking cigarette after cigarette I wonder why life has to have a past. ~~ As I blow smoke rings out of my mouth I think back to all the nasty things I've done and wonder if there's really something I lack. ~~ As my eyes lose focus, and my vision becomes blurred, horrible images flood my brain of a past best left undisturbed. ~~ Childhood sexual abuse left a little girl lost in a woman's body who ultimately paid the cost. ~~ Fuzzy pictures of being held down to a monster's bed having my panties ripped off another of wanting to be loved instead. ~~ Foggy memories of tree houses, spider webs, and wooded trails all of which, today, leave me shaking, terrified, and pale. ~~ Glaring balls of light keep much of the darkness at bay figure my mind can't take what happened those long ago days. ~~ All I can remember is always waking up with pain Click here to read the rest of this story (85 more lines)
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