It was gray and it was dark
for nine years.
It was quiet and it was insidious
for even she could not define.
It was manipulative and it was accusing
for it was always her fault.
It was tiring and it was draining
for she bared it alone.
It was demeaning and it was humiliating
for it was behind closed doors.
It was jittery and it was fearful
for she knew not when it would happen.
It was difficult and it was challenging
for no one should go through it.
It was clandestine and it was secret
for no one knew...
Saturday, June 21, 2008
It was...
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I felt something heinous, a dark form lurking seeking to devour innocence. Strength lies in it's passing. Chin up, shoulders back, eyes held high...it was...it was...it was...it is no more.
It sounds awful and to endure it alone even worse. Glad you found your way out into the light.
david - "strength lies in its passing". I love that!!
healthnut - thanks for the encouragement
Hi.. ss. That is a very nice poem. Why nine years? The suffering? I hope this is not true. It sounds so very scary.
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