by Unknown
Sep 2009 363 Views 5 comments
All these Years
A reflection of pain,
fighting back of tears.
A putting up
of all these years.
Struggling to deal;
be free someday.
To let go by the cries.
of all these years.
Perhaps hope can be found
a jungle of molten thoughts.
Endless streams
of all these years.
Specters of light,
tunnel so long.
Time to let go
of all these years
fighting back of tears.
A putting up
of all these years.
Struggling to deal;
be free someday.
To let go by the cries.
of all these years.
Perhaps hope can be found
a jungle of molten thoughts.
Endless streams
of all these years.
Specters of light,
tunnel so long.
Time to let go
of all these years
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Posted: Sep 2009
About this poem:
Abuse can take many shapes and forms. Vocally, mentally, physically.But perhaps a glimmer of hope and a spark of light is all that is needed
To start a recovery
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Comments (5)
Do not wait for someday to be free.
Get yourself out of there NOW!!!
Strong stuff. Keep it UP!