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Spotting Glimpses of Color (standard:poetry, 391 words)
Author: LoriAdded: Feb 08 2012Views/Reads: 1055/547Story 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 

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