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[sid] => 156539
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Terrifying silence
[time] => 2010-01-06 15:17:23
[hometext] => my exprestions after reading Joy Kogawa's obasan a second time
[bodytext] => There is a silence than cannot speak in my stomach of rocks. There is a silence that will not speak the intolerable truth of my past. I no longer need you as my tree, oh mother, why won’t you speak to me? Sitting here like a rock, tall grass sweeps over my head, the moon revealing. For the sake of no one, why didn’t you tell me, I see our place of gather, but no more. All I have are questions, what were you telling me? Or have you too, forsaken me uncle? I inherited your books tied with umbilical cords, stored in their proper spot, in the house that is so much like you. But alas everything is home, old, decrepit, and stale are the staples that hold us together. While the silence, I can’t say for sure, maybe one day I’m meant to understand. I call to my Pillars three and ask, why are you using silence to torture me? I’m given rock bread which ties me earth bound, back to the house of living. Then a power struggle between my aunt and me, the seeker of truth prevails; now all is known to me. I quiver in fear as darkness takes over me, the images anew I must flee to my place of refuge. Upon arrival I hear the voice of who has eluded me all these years. I take a seat and close my eyes to let her know I’m ready to listen. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 336 [topic] => 46 [informant] => b_lee [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 16 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => didactic )
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