If I let you see
Some parts of my history
Would they set me free
Wiping clean the deeds
See flowers disguised as weeds
Drink blood the soul bleeds
Blinded by the shame
Memories screaming my name
Silence, play the game
Help me to save face
Vanquishing nightmares that chase
Seeking love’s pure grace
©2017 Annette Rochelle Aben
LOVE THIS!!!!
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Thanks, Sis! ❤
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This is very powerful, Annette.
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It felt very much like it had a life of its own
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There are no easy answers, however the poem leads the reader to imagine possibilities
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Yes! Thank you for that observation, Denis! ❤
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