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Soul Dream my soul aches to know love the way plants reach for the sun it desires a firm foundation like the roots of an old oak tree and wants nothing more than to be seen like the beautiful full moon on a clear night splintered from moment of birth my soul has hung in bits and pieces strewn about and all around deep within my wounded heart waiting for it all to end no more bruises, no more scars no more lies, and no more cries no loneliness, no more duress no more battered, swollen eyes no broken heart, no shattered dreams no more long nights filled with screams no fervent pacing or checking the latch no more looking behind my back no more beatings, no more hits no more evading the next kicks no more rapes, no more scrapes no more hiding behind the drapes no more needles, no more drugs no being forced to give out hugs no more playing “daddy’s girl†no more pictures for the world my soul’s been waiting for this time after all the pain is over when every part can now return and we can finally as one reach once more for our dreams |
This Poem was Critiqued By: cheyenne smyth On Date: 2011-10-01 17:57:09
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.75000
Hi Mandie,
I think you have endured much in your life. I hate to assume the stark feelings in this poem are true of your own life...but I believe it is. Even though the lines are limned with pain in the end I feel the sun beginning to shine on you and that is a happy thing. Memories you leave behind can be laid to rest. A remarkable poem. Brovo!
Best wishes,
cheyenne