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My Story |
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peaches73533 Senior Member
since 2001-11-04
Posts 981OK, USA |
I'm not sure if this would even be considered poetry, but I need to write this for myself and share it.It will greatly help me out.So if you don't want to read it then that's fine you won't hurt my feelings.If you have a comment to make then so be it.I like all different angles.Here goes. I need to write a letter of forgiveness to myself.But it seems so hard to do.I am writng a story of my life, with every memory and every fight.It seemed as though we were a happy family.My mom, my dad, and I.I was their beautiful child.My dad meant the world to me.Two years later my brother came along.And now there was someone to share things with.Then when I was four, without seeing it came the first divorce.Not understanding what was going on.Trying to figure out what went wrong.Back together as a family again.Thought we would be happy until the end.Then when I was six came the second divorce.My dad disappearing from our lives.For at the time we didn't know, that he had a drinking and drug problem.So for five years he was gone.Making me think I had done something wrong.My mother going through her share of men through the years,I can remember the nights I lay in my room crying my tears.My mom moving in one man. I didn't like him from the beginning.He seemed a jerk from the start.I can remember my other brother coming ten years after me.He was so cute by then I could see.My mom worked nights and so the boys, the house, and everything I took care of.This man was so mean to my brothers.My older brother would get into trouble for everything.He would be thrown up against the wall or made to hold stacks of books on his arms for hours at a time.When my mom would go to work my youngest brother would cry and cry.And he would come and beat him with a belt.He wasn't even two yet.It hurt me so much.I still don't know why to this day.But not one hand on me did he ever lay.My mom couldn't see what was going on.She was blinded by love.Finally one night I had been in my room crying for hours, listening to the abuse.Crying and shaking , I could take no more.I ran down to the landlords house and called the police.Then the landlord called my mom.I ran back to the apartment and told him what I had done.He didn't believe me.So I took his favorite t.v. outside and held it over the railing and told him if he didn't get the hell out and never come back that I was going to drop it.I couldn't make him listen to me.I can remember laughing inside as it shattered on the ground.The cops came and took him away.My mom was so distraught.She had been blinded by love once more.She said how sorry she was, but it tore us up inside and out.Over the next few weeks we emptied his stuff and he was gone for good.Sorry this was so long. Peaches |
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Bill Charles Member Patricius
since 2000-07-11
Posts 10619highways, & byways, for now |
peaches73533 - in my humble opinion I would keep writing, as it is a way to relieve the thoughts buried inside. A sad story indeed, and one that must be brought out. Do it with your writings, and I know that things will brighten for you... BC |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Yes this sounds like a stepdad from hell...thank God that he was pursuaded to leave...James |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
Ah, childhood memories. So often they hurt so much. Sorry you went through this, but writing it out is good. Sandra |
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EagleScorpion Senior Member
since 2000-03-08
Posts 1644Here, Now, Forever |
Peaches.. that is an unfortunate story.. but seeing you cope with this so well only demonstrates how wonderful of a person you truly are.. Love is God. Love is war. Love is what your life is for. |
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LngJhnAg Member Elite
since 1999-07-23
Posts 3508Boot+Kitty=Poetry in motion |
Peaches - It's too bad you weren't strong enough to hold HIM over the edge. You have a lot for which to be proud, Peaches. You defended your brothers as best as you could, and you saved them from real Hell. You are a hero, and you will always have that strength in you. Your brothers know who their mother is and who their mom is. [This message has been edited by LngJhnAg (edited 12-03-2001).] |
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peaches73533 Senior Member
since 2001-11-04
Posts 981OK, USA |
Bill: Thank you so ,uch for your words of encouragement. James: Me too. Sandra: Yes it helps so much. Eagle: I'm becoming better and better with every day. Lng: THank yopu so much for your words. Peaches |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (tears fall down my cheeks) Oh Peaches, I am so so sorry you had to go through all of this pain, this had me crying for you and your mother all throughout the poem! (cries in tears) Your mother deserves so much more, just as you deserve all the greatest love you can ever dream of, and I pray that all the rest of your life will be filled with sunshine and you will heal from all the abuse that you've experienced. (sigh) My heart is always with you, sweet friend, this is so heartbreaking! (big hugggssssss) I love you, sweet friend! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Peaches, thank you for sharing! May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton |
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peaches73533 Senior Member
since 2001-11-04
Posts 981OK, USA |
Noah: Thank you so much for your love and concern.It is genuinely appreciated.As much as it hurts to think and write about these things, it helps me tremendously. Peaches |
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