Autumn Ehrhardt Poet Rhyme

Trauma Carousal, Daily 42

42.
Play the amusement park tune
Start the carousal going round
The child always wants the ride
Recall the eerie childhood sound

My ugly unwashed hair
Crooked brown stained teeth
The shame of poverty’s snare
The dysfunctional disease

Bring out the youth’s trauma
Make it a Technicolor show
Where the past belongs in gray scale
To make drama, memories must grow.

Mistakes that will not fade
Sticking to my sides like glue
The wound that mother made
Am I unclean beyond repair?

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Funom Makama June 11, 2012 at 4:43 AM This is great... I really enjoyed it. Nice to get such a blessing in such a beautiful monday afternoon.

Daver Austin February 15, 2012 at 12:18 PM That carousel just be a part of the big wheel. "Recall the eerie childhood sound." Yes! This and the first time I went into a large church, uninvited. This gigantic C minor chord from the organ. This is where god resides, I thought. No way! Trauma? Damn right! You be just human. daver Daver Austin February 15, 2012 at 12:19 PM Sorry, forgot to capitalize God. daver

Sara Kendrick January 23, 2012 at 8:53 AM No one is not unclean beyond repair..For there is one who paid the penalty of sin for us..His name is Jesus..All one has to do is confess, repent, turn away, and follow the Savior..Enjoyed your creative work..Many have been there and many more will go that way of the dysfuntional family but there is a way out..Sara