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the sharing of
one's heart and soul
ain't no door mat
it is an instrument
a tuning fork -- at
times, a power tool
that destroys and builts
a sadness in a voice
may linger for a time
the same voice leaves
a trail of laughter, of
smiles in his or her
sharing
i a survivor of two men
molesting me at a young
age
i a healer of self from
the age of thirty who
stumble and keep going
so many others like me
with different faces, skin,
circumstances, but they
survivors and healers
strong and courageous
could've turned cold and
heart hardened but
tears flow, smiles emerge
like rainy days into sunny
skies that coax those
staying inside to come
and enjoy the warmth
and beauty of a brand
new day
the healing is shown
in the listening to
others, compassion for self,
and the refusal to
take out one's blues
on others who were
not present during
horrible acts, but
who are people who
crossed the path
with the intent to go
with the flow
after the rain the sun
does shine again
without and within
Copyright © Tameko Barnette | Year Posted 2019
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