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The Missing Rage
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The Missing Rage |
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christies heart Member
since 1999-08-10
Posts 189NJ, USA |
I found a place deep within where you cant laugh when I don't win, a place where beauty lives and dies despite my Mommy's lost goodbyes. I've found a heart that once lost trust when Daddy's methods seemed unjust. I've found a me once swept to sea when Mommy didn't care for me. I've never known a quiet belief; the window to my world's a thief. My parents took my breath and soul to justify pride for lives not whole. And in the darkness after day Mommy's footsteps went away. While Daddy spoke a peaceful pledge, a prelude to sanity's elusive edge. First he's scream and then he'd smile, then he'd play music for a while. After ten drinks and twelve on the clock he'd enter my room without a knock. Now that he's ashes and I'm well of age where did I store those years of rage? I think I feel it once in a while when I see my Mother's loving smile. To both of you, Love Chrisite |
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Danny Holloway Member Elite
since 2000-01-15
Posts 2034Tulsa, OK |
Christie, you've written about such deep and personal feelings, and in a manner that shows your love and heartache. Keep that strength of spirit and continue your wonderful writing. Danny |
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christies heart Member
since 1999-08-10
Posts 189NJ, USA |
Danny, thanks for replying to this poem. It means a lot that it is clear that my writing represents me comming to peace with my self and not comming totally undone!! (At least not today..ha) |
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tracie66 Member Elite
since 2000-01-18
Posts 4713Australia |
christie this left me feeling so sad for you, I understand now your comments posted in my poem A childhood memory....tracie |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
this poem is nothing short of amazing...as is your strength and courage...find faith and healing in your poetry...you are very gifted...and no one can take that from you, take care, janet marie Now for me some words come easy... But I know that they don't mean that much Compared with the things that are said when lovers touch. You never knew what I loved in you-- I don't know what you loved in me... Maybe the picture of somebody you were hoping I might be... How long have I been sleeping- How long have I been drifting alone through the night... How long have I've dreaming I could make it right... If I closed my eyes and tried with all my might To be the one you need... Jackson Browne |
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christies heart Member
since 1999-08-10
Posts 189NJ, USA |
Tracie..Thank you for the response. I am glad you understand my comments. Again, your poems (the two about childhood that I read)painted a great picture! JM---your words mean a lot to me. I have come to the point now where I really have gained the stregth from adversity. And yes, the writing is somthing no one can take away  Grant that I may not judge my niegbor until I have walked a mile in his moccasians Native American prayer |
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Meadowmuse Member Elite
since 1999-12-27
Posts 3263 |
Christie, this is such strong testimony to the healing process working within you, and to your sense of self for making it work. I have a very close understanding of the trial you've expressed with this poem, and would like to thank you for sharing this here. Your power, as a person, is likely found in many aspects of who you are, and is obviously residing with grace within your words. I love the way you've presented this poem, with honesty and self~awareness. I would like to post a poem called "Forever Out" as a repost from some time ago, and would be honored if you would read it and consider it a sharing between the two of us. Please keep writing, Dear Christie, and continue your healing. (((you))) Claire |
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