Jul 2020
What,of these hands will my mind tell me,
Warm placid bliss,with every scaring thought.
One more time ,I must dismiss myself,for in front of life's mirrors,I seem to be caught.
Seconds bleed slowly into hours
As once long forgotten memories resurface thought the scars.
Stop, before gets to bad
Before I can no longer see
Not the world around me
Rather,who I'm supposed to be
I beg you ,please ,stare
Warm placid bliss,with every scaring thought.
One more time ,I must dismiss myself,for in front of life's mirrors,I seem to be caught.
Seconds bleed slowly into hours
As once long forgotten memories resurface thought the scars.
Stop, before gets to bad
Before I can no longer see
Not the world around me
Rather,who I'm supposed to be
I beg you ,please ,stare
I've been going through the second hardest time in my life. I need to survive this horrible situation, I will.You just watch me I'm a child survivor of molestation. And my mother suffered from munchausen.I survived that and much more the poem is on my list of published. Hush baby Alice. All of the children written about is different situation.But still all me
