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MorningStar Member
since 2009-10-26
Posts 290Pittsburgh, Pa 
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Everyday Every so many hours Everywhere around the world Someone is violated And they never say a word Maybe you would have listened Believed But sometimes I didn't even believe me Everyday And besides You believing would have made it worse More terrible Real Every so many hours Maybe it wasn't that bad It all happened so long ago And I'm ok now Everywhere around the world I still dream about it sometimes Still feel guilty Like I'm the one who did something wrong Someone is violated And the questions can still make my stomach hurt The sound of your voice makes me angry And I hate you But I can't And they never say a word Because you're family Tell someone "I'll tell you how the sun rose A ribbon at a time..." - Emily Dickinson [This message has been edited by MorningStar (08-16-2013 06:17 PM).] |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
The angst of it all...and so very tragic. |
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MorningStar Member
since 2009-10-26
Posts 290Pittsburgh, Pa |
Thank you very much for reading, hearing, and commenting. It's such a personal, terrible subject that most people don't dare to say anything - or even know what to say. So I truly appreciate you. Aenea "I'll tell you how the sun rose |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
Thank you for your nice reply to my reply.  . Yes its hard to know what to say but saying nothing compounds the hurt even more. I am truly sorry this happened...and for your struggles and the battle within. Peace be with you good poet. |
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