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A House Once Stood

along the edge of the hustle and bustle of the highway stands a set of weathered steps that break at the horizon's fold visions burn within the dawn of memories in crimson pools atop the steps as i recall more youthful days a rush of sirens beneath the hush of october's dusk with sanguine flashes against the old stone home its black and white beaming back in blurs through misty air where rain mingled with tears from the corners of my eyes as they still seep within the lingering of old memories from fourty years gone past (i was hit by a hit and run driver 2 days after my sweet 16, the anniversary of that date is approaching and still haunts my mind , as i wonder how anyone could leave innocence for dead... last year i had to stop my bus just feet away from that spot, twice daily, this year i avoided that bus because i didn't want to relive the memory daily)

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Ann Foster

Date: 9/3/2019 6:51:00 PM

Okay. somehow I ended back up again...picking this poem out of your lovely list. Randomly or at least I thought so. I don't know why. I want to tell you to be free. That is all that comes to mind. Life is so short. Take back all that you have. Let go all that is hurt...so it will heal inside too. Prayers. Ann

Sandra Adams
Date: 9/4/2019 11:03:00 AM

Thank you Ann...this one haunts in bits and pieces through the years, it lies buried at times, until i hear of a hit and run and then i get irked and think about it again... hugs :)

Ann Foster

Date: 8/29/2019 10:54:00 PM

You are alive, let nothing hold you down. Do not let coddled monsters of yesterday survive, pull them out and let them rot in the open, where their power has no strength. The LIGHT is BRIGHT! Take back your life, all of it. Leave nothing behind. You are alive.

Sandra Adams
Date: 8/30/2019 8:10:00 AM

I wish i could forget...usually it only haunts in small doses, but last year stopping feet away, seeing the steps daily flooded my mind with memories...hugs :)

Ann Foster

Date: 8/29/2019 10:50:00 PM

You are now in my prayer box, I keep it in a special secret place, in plain site. I share it with only the warriors who are faithful, angels that have seen war and famine, still alive to say...Amen. Your poem is sweet and sad and bitter, and forgiving, and kind, and...and...and...flowers of many colors, brightly sown in the garden at my grandfathers home, for all that need a sunny day... or hold a horny toad, for the first time.

Sandra Adams
Date: 8/30/2019 8:09:00 AM

Thank you my friend...i relive it normally whenever i hear of a hit and run or around my birthday... hard to forget yet it's part of what made me who i am.... hugs :)

Darlene De Beaulieu

Date: 8/29/2019 5:47:00 PM

Hello Sandy Adams,things happen to us every day good or bad.Yes that would shake me up as well.You were very brave to stop a bus 2 feet away from that spot. Did that person make it? Have a nice evenin my friend.

Darlene De Beaulieu
Date: 8/30/2019 1:49:00 PM

Hello Sandy Adams, Oh! You must have nightmares from time to time. How awful!! It would be like reliving the scene all over again.Yes I can see why this would haunt you.You will never know who left you for dead. I am glad that you pulled through this ordeal. Have a nice day my friend.

Sandra Adams
Date: 8/29/2019 7:46:00 PM

I was the person Darlene, so yes i made it...it was when i was 16, 2 days after my birthday...i drive a school bus and had to pick a student up right near where i was hit...it was like reliving it over and over, day after day....even all these years later, it haunts, especially not knowing who left me for dead

Darlene De Beaulieu

Date: 8/29/2019 5:37:00 PM

Hello Sandy Adams, yes it is always a mystery of where a house once stood. I once saw a house tha was falling apart and wondered what it looked like when it was new. Have a nice evening my friend.

Sandra Adams
Date: 8/29/2019 7:46:00 PM

Thanks my friend, have a great evening! hugs

Chris Green

Date: 8/29/2019 12:48:00 PM

Wow, such a sad and heartbreaking story my friend. That must have been awful and it seems it still is. Your poem is dark and dreary but still wonderfully expressed in your amazing style.

Sandra Adams
Date: 8/29/2019 12:56:00 PM

Thank you Chris... the house was knocked down but the steps I was thrown on still remained and my stop was where my friend ran to get me help... it was hard, it kind of made me relive that night every day... out of sight sort of at rest more so now :) hugs