Christine Elizabeth
Two words that bellow in my head
like a bad dream i've yet to awake from,
chasing me like a run away locomotive.
Much anger in these (what should be) two
beautiful words, leaves me numb to the feeling
of real pain.
This woman who would love.comfort and protect
others yet spits her venom on my life...
Fast forward forty nine years, time to awake
and step safely into the comforting arms of my
own creation...
Chrissy Beth...
A nightmare no more...
Written for a poetry contest about real names
Copyright © Christine Wessels | Year Posted 2008
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