Remembering the Early Years

Posted: December 16, 2011 in My Poetry
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That darker dawn is coming.
The light of remembered lies;
lies I was told, lies I told
to protect my innocence.

It’s gone anyway,
shattered in a hundred
different ways.

I hide in the shadowed warmth
of the old bathtub,
shower curtain half drawn
to keep out the light,
the eyes.

The lavender curtain
turns skin to bruised petals,
soft and wet,
as if from spring rain.

The faucet drips constantly,
accompanying pain.

Nothing will wash this away.

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Comments
  1. Jim Borski says:

    Great wordpress blog here.. It’s hard to find quality writing like yours these days. I really appreciate people like you! take care

  2. bluebee says:

    “Nothing will wash this away” – a devastating realization many of us have to face

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