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Freedom From The Dead Earth

where were you when my world stopped moving? 
your hands were there as instruments of pain 
to inflict raw red burns and 
wounds that lay hidden and bruised 
           on a child’s skin and….. 
on tender hearts that can’t fight back 

are you haunted buried six feet beneath… 
as I shivered at night and grinded my teeth?   
do you think of me and wonder what shreds 
I managed to piece together of my tattered life? 
tell me to let go and forget this hurt 
that winds like poison ivy twisting 
my heart into a mere tenth of what it could be 
strangled in a mass of life eating lies 
and mangled sorrowful soul songs 
                      (mourning the sword slashes)   

you never knew me and would you have cared 
if you did…would you have wrangled with me 
hanging on a hook while you dangled me 
helpless and crying beneath a weeping moon 
that still watches me with helpless eyes 
                                          (pity resting there) 
             a child is priceless 
(innocence is worth more than gold) 
            and taking their lives 
unforgivable….so I wonder…are you punished 

do you cry in your darkness 
knowing what you have done 

will it pierce a naked sky with madness…. 
your cry? Or is any semblance of sanity gone 
buried beneath your shawl of rabid dog bites 
and sad listless body 
wasting into the sun as it flows back to earth 
going nowhere as I flounder in my own broken fate 
     (swimming upstream as I slowly drown) 

loss cannot be retrieved.....for it is lost 
                 and letting go 
                                    (finding peace) 
is my way of revenge on you …. 
so I let go now…I am free of you… 

and I toss it all back to you 
careful when you catch it…it burns the skin 

the hands of destiny are crying out to me 
I pull that little girl out of darkness 
and let her see the sunshine again 
as she smiles in to the light and takes my grown up hand 
and I will keep her safe from you 

hate is poison and I let it go….it crushes me no more

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  1. Date: 1/9/2010 7:30:00 AM
    Your poem made tears come to my eye. If you want I have two poems I just posted about this same topic. Congratulations on your Poem. It helped you to accept the source of your pain and then move on. How powerful! Great job.

  1. Date: 9/22/2009 2:25:00 PM
    This is a powerful testimony of strength in a time of hurt and despair! Congratulations on your win!

  1. Date: 9/21/2009 8:35:00 AM
    Congrats on your success in Constance's contest Christie.Rgds Brian

  1. Date: 9/21/2009 7:20:00 AM
    Very profound powerful, emtotional piece of writing, dearChristie. congratulations on your well deserved win. Love, Lainie

  1. Date: 9/20/2009 8:46:00 PM
    Congratulations, Christie! Indeed, a winner! Ruben.

  1. Date: 9/20/2009 1:55:00 PM
    This passionate, and poignant poem unleashes a power packed tale of emotion. Well deserving a win in the memory contest, ...great work, Christie. ~ Love, Carrie

  1. Date: 9/20/2009 1:29:00 PM
    Christie, congrats on your success in the contest...Raul

  1. Date: 9/20/2009 1:01:00 PM
    Congratulations on your win in Constance's contest Christine. Love, Carol

  1. Date: 6/30/2009 7:36:00 AM
    What a great poem Christie,..don't know how I missed this one. I wanted to say thank you for your kind comments,..and say thank you for filling my hungry mind with your poetic talent ! Have a wonderful day, and I truly look forward to more of your great writes !!! james

  1. Date: 6/10/2009 3:34:00 PM
    I knew our pain came from the same place. When you're a victim, you learn to read between the lines.I wish you all the happiness in the world. I forgave all involved years ago. I thank gma and gpa for showing me Gods love so that I could accomplish the great task of forgiveness. I wish 'someone, somehow' could break this horrible generational curse. Perhaps someday. I love you my beautiful,special, talented,loving niece.

  1. Date: 6/4/2009 10:28:00 PM
    So memories are painful trees ... bearing hurt and hurt ... but this one bore great poetry ... and makes forgiveness worth it all.

  1. Date: 5/26/2009 8:30:00 PM
    Christie... What can I are truly one of the most passionate writers I have come across. Your ability to capture and deliver a kick in the gut with elegance is amazing. I know I say this all the time...I LOVE YOUR CRAFT!!! I look forward to your posts daily...mostly out of jealousy! Smiles from sunny CA

  1. Date: 5/26/2009 9:35:00 AM
    Pure emotion leaks from your heart to the page, your mastery shines brilliantly in every write...Raul

  1. Date: 5/26/2009 8:20:00 AM

  1. Date: 5/26/2009 7:20:00 AM
    A pleasure to read, what more to ask, with love Ann.

  1. Date: 5/25/2009 8:35:00 PM
    Beautiful and cathartic. For me the strongest element is that the freedom comes not from the person but from the memory because that person is gone. Thus the only dialogue that needs to happen is between the subject and her memories. This exposes a darkness I didn't really know was there from most your other works. I feel privileged somehow that I got to see it. -Yoni

  1. Date: 5/25/2009 7:48:00 PM
    Sssss superv intensity, in-your-face rhymes, feels similar to a cheese shredder on your arms jojojojo indeed, it hurts; thanks a lot for the experience :D:D:D

  1. Date: 5/25/2009 3:26:00 PM
    You have more courage and are a stronger Christian than I could hope to be. This was a poem of victory over the most horrid adversity. God Bless. Vince

  1. Date: 5/25/2009 9:34:00 AM
    Your poems always arise strong emotions, Christie. Inspiring ending, but still, You leave my soul upset. Best wishes. Ruben.

  1. Date: 5/24/2009 4:57:00 AM
    What an amazing write Christie, if this is indeed fom experience, to live it, to write, to come through it, i salute you, James