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Linda Cuadra Jul 2014
Who is my strength?  A mere man who choses when to be strong?
He is not my shield.
Dangerous words fly through him to me.  
He says. “I don’t hear them.”
Allowed.
                NO STOP!
He does not refuse or rebuke.
He stands by as words fly by, as people who
are supposed to be sincere deceive.
Nothing to them, to you the same.

I dreamed a dream,
one of being loved, protected.
Warm, Embraced…
Woke up
I find myself embraced, by My  touch.

In my hands, my life stands.
In my dreams, I ended.
What a good dream that was.
I woke, and live my nightmare.
Those who are real
Cause pain. YOU! Cause pain.
I’d rather dream.
In dreams, nothing hurts.
Linda Cuadra Jun 2014
With each moment, I walk closer and closer to the valley that takes me
to the skies.  
You and I know the valley. It’s spoken of before we depart.
Before I walk through, I want to tell you…
We grow older…instead of warmth I feel cold, are you?
Faces frozen in time.
Feelings left to be told.
Tears held in, swallowed whole.
I was dead before departing, with every sharp word, you took a piece
Of me.  
Love?
Love… still, it’s here...

 
What did I become in this life?
Child bearer, convenient housekeeper, someone
just someone…

You left me a long time ago!
With you by my side, I’ve walked alone.
No hand to hold.
Blank stares and, no response.
Alone, taken the world on , in front of those who  need me.
And those who stab me as I try stepping  forward.
Pushing as I’m being Pulled.  
You, to say, Nothing
And your nothings are awful!
Your something’s are worse
and your looks ****.
I raise my hands to the skies
questions unanswered.
Tired, I don’t need to know.

— The End —