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| Nirvana Now! |
| Original works from women who are in different phases of their recovery |
INSIDES
Choosing Inner Peace For You
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| Forty Acres and A Tear TO YOU Over forty years and what seems like forty million tears I’ve hated you with every painful cry… For the thing to which I couldn't’t say goodbye There was an innocence lost and you knew about it Because you were there; you took it and you never asked; truth is you Couldn't’t ask because it should have never been yours for the asking Or the taking Over forty years and I’m still mad, still sad, still wounded, still Grieving for something I lost before I even knew I had it; I bet you don’t Remember it like I remember; truth is you act like it never happened; like a Robber who steals once and refuses to call himself a thief You are guilty to the “I don’t know how many times” degree; over Forty years and I’m still mad YOU continued As careful as mothers and fathers are, you slipped by them; why Would they think such a thing from you; kids outside playing and one Disappears for a little while; we played hide and go seek a lot back then. I wish I could tell mothers and fathers what evil lurks behind the trees and Under the beds. I watch now like I wish they had watched then. I watch now And I don’t even have children. I’ve been watching for over forty years and through every one of those Forty million tears; innocence lost before I even knew how to spell the word; so Much time, over forty years and I am still sad. TO YOU again Six years old and there was no alert back then; too young to Know what was happening. No little girl should ever know what “that thing” Is until it’s time for her to know what “that thing” is. By the time Aunt Flo began making her timely visits, you had already Become a timely, uninvited intruder; over forty years and through forty million Tears I have asked myself over and over again— Why did I think I had done something wrong, why was I so Afraid; forty years and through so many, many tears, I am still the Walking Wounded By Michelle Furr |