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Poem: Penelope

Penelope You came into this world a being of Light. Shadow People sought to make your Light their own. You hid your Light from those who caused you harm, buried it deep down inside. But you buried it so deep you forgot your true self. You came to believe the Shadow People – came to… Continue reading Poem: Penelope

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Poem: Hypervigilance

Hypervigilance She surfs the edge of dreams dares not sleep too deep the Bogeyman lurks in every shadow, eager to tear flesh from bone. Snap of twig outside the window she bolts up grasps the knife beneath her pillow heart racing ears tuned eyes search darkness. No one’s there she tells herself, curls down to… Continue reading Poem: Hypervigilance

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Poem: Triggers

Triggers A movie scene a clap of thunder a child’s cry a dive under water so many things can catapult us backward in time there’s never any warning we are simply thrust into remembering, into reliving an experience we hoped was over for good. Trapped in hell, we come face to face with our demons.… Continue reading Poem: Triggers

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Poem: Scar

      Scar She’d forgotten you were there, tucked between vertebrae T-8 and T-9 the memory of you brought to mind by her lover’s inquisitive touch. He traced your circumference near-perfect circle barely the size of a nickel branded into her back by a man who would not understand NO! really did mean NO!… Continue reading Poem: Scar

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Poem: Shamed into Silence

Shamed into Silence  No witnesses you say? Perhaps you led them on. You danced? You drank? I bet you flirted.  What were you wearing? After all, boys will be boys. His words shatter my soul like a stained-glass vase flung against a granite wall. Don’t make a fuss, he warns. There are reputations at stake.… Continue reading Poem: Shamed into Silence

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Poem: The Bogeyman is Real

  The Bogeyman is Real Night after night he creeps into her room puts his finger to his lips Shhhhhh. Night after night he crawls into her bed pulls her close Relax. Pretend it’s a lollie pop. Night after night she imagines herself a bird. He holds a pillow to her face. She’s dragged back… Continue reading Poem: The Bogeyman is Real

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POEM: Secrets

Secrets Too young to understand why she’s not supposed to tell why his touches hurt why his gifts make her feel dirty deep down inside. Too young to understand why she’s not supposed to tell why she pretends to be a bird why baths no longer make her feel clean why her mom insists the… Continue reading POEM: Secrets