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Array ( [sid] => 80938 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Etchings [time] => 2005-01-22 00:13:03 [hometext] => life happens and children suffer, but healing is possible as pain brings growth. [bodytext] => Etchings

ETCHINGS OF A CHILDHOOD PAINTED DARK AND STREAKED WITH PAIN…
FOREVER IN HER MEMORIES HAVE EMBEDDED A LIFE LONG STAIN…
LOOKING AT THE CLOSET WHERE IMPRISONED SHE HAD CRIED…
SCRATCHES FROM HER FINGERNAILS STILL IMPRINTED DEEP INSIDE…
THE OUTLINE STILL VISIBLE ON THE GROUND WHERE SHE HAD BEEN SUBDUED…
TRYING TO PROTECT HERSELF, THE PUNCHES SHE’D TAKE TILL BLUE…
SALTY STAINS UPON THE GROUND WHERE ONCE THERE WAS HER HEAD…
FROM MANY FRIGHTENED, SLEEPELESS NIGHTS AND ALL THE TEARS SHE SHED…
BLOOD STAINS IN THE BATHROOM NOT VISIBLE BY DAY…
SEEMED TO GLOW IN SHADOWS WHERE THE LIGHT WAS KEPT AT BAY….
SOUNDS OF MUFFLED PLEADING, HER AWFUL SCREAMS OF FEAR…
THE WORDS THAT SHE REMEMBERS TO THIS DAY STILL ASSUALT HER EARS…
ALL THE DAYS SHE DARED NOT SPEAK…
THE HARSH VOICE OF A MOTHER….
AND LATER YEARS IN HER LIFE…
THE LOVE FOR OTHERS SMOTHERED…
THE ALLEY WAY STANDS EMPTY NOW BUT THE STENCH OF FEAR’S STILL STRONG….
THE PHANTOMS OF THEIR TERROR LONG HELD CAPTIVE HERE BELONG….
THE BRUISINGS AND THE BEATINGS NOW A PART OF HER DISTANT PAST….
BUT ETCHED INSIDE HER MIND AND SOUL THE MEMORIES FOREVER LAST….
[comments] => 3 [counter] => 176 [topic] => 8 [informant] => wounded_healer [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => AmericanTragedy )
Etchings

Contributed by wounded_healer on Saturday, 22nd January 2005 @ 12:13:03 AM in AEST
Topic: AmericanTragedy



Etchings

ETCHINGS OF A CHILDHOOD PAINTED DARK AND STREAKED WITH PAIN…
FOREVER IN HER MEMORIES HAVE EMBEDDED A LIFE LONG STAIN…
LOOKING AT THE CLOSET WHERE IMPRISONED SHE HAD CRIED…
SCRATCHES FROM HER FINGERNAILS STILL IMPRINTED DEEP INSIDE…
THE OUTLINE STILL VISIBLE ON THE GROUND WHERE SHE HAD BEEN SUBDUED…
TRYING TO PROTECT HERSELF, THE PUNCHES SHE’D TAKE TILL BLUE…
SALTY STAINS UPON THE GROUND WHERE ONCE THERE WAS HER HEAD…
FROM MANY FRIGHTENED, SLEEPELESS NIGHTS AND ALL THE TEARS SHE SHED…
BLOOD STAINS IN THE BATHROOM NOT VISIBLE BY DAY…
SEEMED TO GLOW IN SHADOWS WHERE THE LIGHT WAS KEPT AT BAY….
SOUNDS OF MUFFLED PLEADING, HER AWFUL SCREAMS OF FEAR…
THE WORDS THAT SHE REMEMBERS TO THIS DAY STILL ASSUALT HER EARS…
ALL THE DAYS SHE DARED NOT SPEAK…
THE HARSH VOICE OF A MOTHER….
AND LATER YEARS IN HER LIFE…
THE LOVE FOR OTHERS SMOTHERED…
THE ALLEY WAY STANDS EMPTY NOW BUT THE STENCH OF FEAR’S STILL STRONG….
THE PHANTOMS OF THEIR TERROR LONG HELD CAPTIVE HERE BELONG….
THE BRUISINGS AND THE BEATINGS NOW A PART OF HER DISTANT PAST….
BUT ETCHED INSIDE HER MIND AND SOUL THE MEMORIES FOREVER LAST….




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Re: Etchings (User Rating: 1 )
by NeonHusky on Saturday, 22nd January 2005 @ 07:56:00 AM AEST
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Wow.......that's all i have to say, this was a very, very powerful poem. i tingled at the very end lol very vivid and descriptive. the flow is excellent too. a topic that not a whole lot of people write about, very original


Re: Etchings (User Rating: 1 )
by Azul_Panther on Saturday, 22nd January 2005 @ 12:28:34 PM AEST
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damn, that is amazing. Being from a hard childhood myself I guess I understand. Your words are so strong. Wow


Re: Etchings (User Rating: 1 )
by vibes2go on Monday, 14th February 2005 @ 07:06:42 AM AEST
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I was breathless at the end..holding my hand over my mouth with tears in my eyes.. OMG..




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