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Bruised, body to soul Rocked, sheer force, intrusion Wracked, self loathing Spine, chilled to the bone At me, for me, to me, in me, reminding me Arriving without Numbing The push, the pull The kick, the punch At me, for me, to me, in me, reminding me A sideways glance Breaking my skin with your sharp hand Your deep emblem still stains Your once artistic hand now plays me into defeat Your yell bangs and rattles my head Dropping my memory into no mans land Blurring to avoid the inevitable Screeming, screeching, grasping for Tenderness of word, of skin You block every inch of my life My sunlight, my every waking existence The entrance of change is always guarded By barbed fists and biting cruelty At me, to me, for me, in me, reminding me
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Jul 27, 2012
Jul 27, 2012 at 7:51 PM UTC
Reminding me
Bruised, body to soul Rocked, sheer force, intrusion Wracked, self loathing Spine, chilled to the bone At me, for me, to me, in me, reminding me Arriving without Numbing The push, the pull The kick, the punch At me, for me, to me, in me, reminding me A sideways glance Breaking my skin with your sharp hand Your deep emblem still stains Your once artistic hand now plays me into defeat Your yell bangs and rattles my head Dropping my memory into no mans land Blurring to avoid the inevitable Screeming, screeching, grasping for Tenderness of word, of skin You block every inch of my life My sunlight, my every waking existence The entrance of change is always guarded By barbed fists and biting cruelty At me, to me, for me, in me, reminding me
I wrote this poem and 'Her World' prompted by my work as a Therapeutic Counsellor....harsh but real.
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Jul 27, 2012
Jul 27, 2012 at 7:51 PM UTC
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