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Imaginary Friend - child abuse challenge
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Imaginary Friend - child abuse challenge |
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netswan Senior Member
since 2000-03-28
Posts 1369Washington |
Imaginary Friend closet dark the cold sets in hours thinking and flinching from spider webs Creaking stairs loud yelling shivering whispering to no one until one day - your imaginary friend walks in the closet fills with shining light and a tea party you do prepare Giggling and talking about silly girlish things -and your face glows with the love she brings the closet becomes a secret place where you and she do meet -- shhh its a secret, you remind yourself as you scream loud and clear - "Don't lock me in!" "Keep him fooled," she giggles in your ear - for in here it's just you and me, my friend. Then somehow, childhood passes you by and you are finally set free to do as you please And, now you have to let your imaginary friend go - Oh, you love her so. But, in life good things must end and she needs to find another abused child friend You gently hug her and whisper "I love you. Please remember me." She waits a moment standing still, and says, "I love you, too. Don't worry, I will." Then, vanishes in the air. netswan |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
NetSwan~ A trauma so tenderly done. How sad that it is a refuge for some. Very delicate. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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Marina Member Elite
since 2000-02-10
Posts 2245Pickering, Ontario |
Teresa I am so sorry I didn't see this one till now...my apologies.This is wonderful and yet agian a different outlook on the subject then the others. A perfect addition, so back to the top. Marina |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
So open, so true, so sad, so touching. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
the human heart and mind have many defense mechanisms to help our souls cope... swan this is very moving and I related to it well...I still hear the voices... only now I let them inspire my poetry. take care,jm Well the sun sets gently on your shoulders And it makes me want to touch you there. And the light in your eyes makes me feel Like there's something much better out there Something kind... And I know someday I might be looking around Trying to find some purpose Well purpose it can't be that hard to find As long as I've got the wind... The wind and your love to carry me. vertical horizon |
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Corazon Senior Member
since 2000-02-02
Posts 1209 |
I can only read one of these abuse poems and then I have to go back to work and not "feel" for a while....as they touch so deeply....really beautifully done ....sigh |
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LoveBug
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since 2000-01-08
Posts 4697 |
So sad, but so well done. Good job. "We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars." -Oscar Wilde |
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Tara Simms Senior Member
since 1999-08-12
Posts 1244Honea Path, SC USA |
This poem sheds a lot of light on something for me. My exhusband has always had a habit of sitting in closets after we'd have an argument. He said he didn't know why he did that. I know that when he was a child, his mother used to lock him in the attic, in the dark, for hours on end. Perhaps he had his own imaginary friend to help him through the troubling times and still found solace in being alone in the dark as an adult? |
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Jeffrey Carter
since 2000-04-08
Posts 2367State of constant confusion! |
BTT |
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netswan Senior Member
since 2000-03-28
Posts 1369Washington |
I thank each and everyone of you for reading this and your compliments - it makes it so much easier to write about these things -- but for the cause I will tell it all - again and again, until this grown child and others, too, get heard hugs to you all, netswan |
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ESP Member Elite
since 2000-01-25
Posts 2556Floating gently on a cloud.... |
This is a beautiful poem about a tragic reality. Love and hugs, Lizzie "Poetry is the true expression of my soul, it is my ultimate means of communication. It is my rainbow of delight." |
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