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it all started when I was a small girl watching in slow motion the accidental death of my sister that day, I became hidden and lost in my head confused, dazed, muddled and puzzled, I was lost and astray I just stopped talking, I was doomed in my silent existence nothing was sure my confidence wavered and I questioned God but my imagination soared my parents were baffled they tried to get me help one day, in my imagined world I thought I could fly so I climbed out my window and tried, falling, falling my dad heard me screaming and ran to catch me I lay befuddled in his arms "daddy, what happened?" his tears rained down yet, I was still lost in my head I grew up a silent girl, often distant and perplexed always entangled in a world of fantasy where all was safe and before you think me totally lost- it was the beginning and birth of this writer . . . _______________________________________________ September 30, 2017 - Repost and edit February 23, 2021 Poetry/Free Verse/lost Copyright Protected, ID 09-1331-744-30 All Rights Reserved, 2017, Constance La France Submitted to the Standard contest, All Yours (Feb 24) sponsor, Brian Strand, NA, Judged 02/24/2021

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Date: 2/23/2021 4:18:00 PM
Sounds like a personal story. Very touching.
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Constance La France
Date: 2/24/2021 7:25:00 AM
Juliet, you are right it is a personal story and a true one.., but somehow I managed to grow up okay but I am scarred and a forever introvert, which has become my greatest asset during this pandemic _ Constance
Date: 2/23/2021 4:02:00 PM
a powerful telling of this story, constance. i don't know if it's true, but despite its sadness, there is positivity and hope at the ending, which is a relief...
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Constance La France
Date: 2/24/2021 7:31:00 AM
Ilene, it is true I stood holding my mother's hand while my sister was hit by a car and died, I am still haunted by my mother's screams, I will be forever scarred, in childhood being quiet was a safe place, I am okay now but still very quiet, thanks so much for visiting my poem _ Constance