If I could
rewrite
the words
the years
left
behind
a little girl lost
her diary
her dreams
her safety
her sunshine
how
would
I
begin
or
end
My form falters
against concrete notions
memories
lurk
in the back alleys
just laying in wait
like
stacked
cinderblocks
stained
with
blood
I have not forgotten
the darkness
the dank odor
of sweat and piss
the damp rot
of days
on
off
lord
I can still taste
wild teaberry
clove candy
and
royal blue
otter pops
my father's
pale green eyes
looking deep
into mine
rolling back
in his head
my grandmother pleading
my stepmother swerving
my mother
crying
these are things
a little girl lost
cannot
unsee
please don't take my sunshine away
this little girl found
her words
her voice
her strength
her choice
Every
breath
She rewrites
this life
You dug deep for that one. Found a diamond.
ReplyDeleteThank you - it is sometimes amazing what we can uncover with our poetry
DeleteI love the stacked cinderblocks stained with blood
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