Puberty

A father takes,  eyes closed, that which he has no right 
A child cries,  traumatized, a closet hides her pain 

The child dies, awakes to find- a woman in her place 
her damaged mind-  cannot abide-  the change her body makes 

The woman stands-   naked and alone-  facing mirrored images 
backs away-   cuts today-  appraising all her damages 

rearrange- her bodies change-  sculpt it down to size 
to take away-  the ugly place-  I cut it with a knife
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Ellison Avatar
July 16, 2018 at 2:49 PM
I cannot conceive the trauma!!!
Atkins Avatar
April 21, 2016 at 10:17 AM
This is deep . I likes ????????
Alexander Avatar
March 18, 2016 at 12:23 PM
well sis...own-up time for me... I too was a cutter; arms legs hands , feet ,made no difference to me ,just wanted to bleed the bad out.(I'm sure you know what I mean). my teenage years were the worst; I tried so hard to cut deep, but only got a vein once !. please don't hate me for not telling. Elizabeth.xxx
Lindsay Avatar
March 18, 2016 at 1:12 PM
Dear friend. ONE- I could never hate you- TWO- You must never, ever tell anyone until you're ready. It's the secret code of the damaged. WE MUST NEVER TELL UNTIL WE'RE READY. Sooo. It is not a crime to cut. It's unhealthy as hell, but it isn't a crime. Think of us as being trend setters.. We did it before it was even cool to cut... See.. Now don't you feel better?. I do.
A   Avatar
March 16, 2016 at 11:54 AM
WTF... I hate the imagery above, stolen innocence... well done. LINDA
Lindsay Avatar
March 16, 2016 at 12:00 PM
Thank you Linda.. I was cutting before people knew what cutting was. Going through that shit sure does take a toll on a persons view of themselves. But, I'm so much better now. I rise above this and say 'NO MORE'. He can't take one more thing from me. And I'm really ok.
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