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AniKay83
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since 2000-06-28
Posts 388
Missing Since 1999

0 posted 2002-10-07 09:26 PM


If hope and honesty was the world's currency,
I would not have to leave my home of only six months.
Only six months, yet forever in my heart,
for it was the most amazingly happy (I've never been happy) and supportive place I
have
      ever
            ever
                 known.

If humanity rewarded pride and passion
instead of greed and power,
I would not have to go back to the dirty hovel
(that meticulously clean and shining house)
I would never call my home.
I would not have to go back to the place where I was
physically beaten,
             emotionally raped,
                    and very carefully belittled
for nearly eighteen years...

If planet Earth saw fit to love all people
WHO     LOVE     ALL      PEOPLE,
I would remain dancing among the angels
who by chance alighted upon my life.
I
   would
           dance
                  on
                      bruised
                               and
                                    battered
                                              feet
                                     till
                                  I
                            one
                       day
              collapse
         in
  heaps
           of
                happy
                         hearts...

Because I have no money
I must let go of my first chance at love.
Because I have no money
I must reattach my rusty shackles.
Because I have no money
I am once again a slave to momma's sucidal tendencies.
I am careful what I say.
I don't want it to be my fault,
                                my blame,
                                          my pain.

Because I have no money....

Because I have no money
I am again free of me.

Though that is not the freedom
I have been craving.
Not the freedom
I oh-so-barely brushed against.

Not free

not me

just destined to be

not free.





"No one has ever loved ~anyone~ the way ~everyone~ wants to be loved"
~Mignon McLaughlin~


[This message has been edited by AniKay83 (10-07-2002 09:40 PM).]

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CSKpoet
Senior Member
since 2002-07-12
Posts 845
Island in Paradise
1 posted 2002-10-07 09:32 PM


A very sad and bitter poem..hopelessness will kill you..but in America, there is always help to be found for the abused...This I know first hand..I have'nt much money either...but I finally got free of my abuser...please ask for help! I am prayin' for you and you may email me if you'd like
aloha, Cher

Poetry is:
Passion, imagination and intellect running together.

Aloha with warmest regards, Cheryl Stewart Koomoa

the_loner_23
Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479
Jacksonville, Florida, USA
2 posted 2002-10-07 09:37 PM


Very sad poem but a good write

Cold hands means a warm heart

AniKay83
Member
since 2000-06-28
Posts 388
Missing Since 1999
3 posted 2002-10-07 09:49 PM


Sad poetry is just a healthy way to keep me from being sad! Does that make sense? I'm not sure if it does myself! LOL

Thanks for the replies!
~Krissie

"No one has ever loved ~anyone~ the way ~everyone~ wants to be loved"
~Mignon McLaughlin~

Kielo
Senior Member
since 2002-02-11
Posts 1109

4 posted 2002-10-07 09:59 PM


Yes, it makes sense. I do the same thing. I hope things get better for you.

I loved this poem. Very sad, and very beautiful. Thank you.

Kielo

regards2you
Member Elite
since 2002-10-01
Posts 3940
California
5 posted 2002-10-07 10:40 PM


Krissy, well you kept the theme of honesty all the way through and I loved the phrase:"heaps of happy hearts"...and, as with many of your poems this is reeking in creativity.
Venting is good but you might be able to find a more helpful venue on the net; it is loaded w. help sites. I made my e-mail available now. Still post poems. Hope  is a product of hard work. Remember this: If life was meant to be heaven on earth, there would be no point in live birth. And, honey, you have more heart and soul and life in you than the next ten posters put together. Must be a reason you are here. Life is a roller coaster, pretend you are at an amusement park.
Use your imagination. Big Hugs To You, Pat

without surrender, be on good terms with all persons...

AniKay83
Member
since 2000-06-28
Posts 388
Missing Since 1999
6 posted 2002-10-08 05:58 PM


Thank you much, as always. Good idea- I love roller coasters.
~Krissie

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