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I'm Cleaning Out "MY" Closet

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I'm Cleaning Out "MY" Closet

I went to the mailbox.
Much to my dismay; 
I would've rather had smallpox,
Than what I found today.

I may sound dramatic,
And I guess that is true,
But what I found so traumatic;
You sounded so blue.

Did it cross your mind
As I curled in your womb,
That the parents I'd find
Couldn't deal with your bloom?
Did you find some compassion
When you ran like the wind?
Did you dress in high fashion
Or the flower child trend?

I hate that my screaming
Got under your skin.
One nurse was redeeming,
So the doctor dropped in.

I think I will tell you
The source of our pain
Was a clavicle fracture
With a nerve induced strain.

This poem's about Childhood,
And all it intels.
I won't create falsehood,
For truth always sales.

Don't put your guilt and pity on me,
Or whatever you felt in the latter. 
You'll never know that the flower you'd see,
Came from mental abuse, hate and batter.

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  1. Date: 7/21/2008 4:54:00 AM
    Hun, I know all too well about the hard childhood, so I feel your pain literally (maybe in a different way, but pain is pain, is it not?) A beautiful portrayal of inner light and insight to your true self, a shame that she could not know you as you truly are. :) Beautiful. Kristin

  1. Date: 7/20/2008 11:27:00 AM
    Love Sara's comment, and I couldn't agree more. So sorry for all you have been through. No matter your past, you are a beautiful, talented poetess, and a wonderful friend to know. Love who you are. Love, Shar xoxo

  1. Date: 7/20/2008 10:29:00 AM
    Very heart-wrenching and poignant. When you don't have a mother, a true mother I mean, it's easy to feel less of a woman somehow. But I have learned that our soul has a path, and that path exists to teach us compassion and humility--to make us better people, a "flower" as you put it. And you're already that--so don't let anything come in the way of the beauty that you are. Love, Sara P.S. Very beautiful by the way.