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Tara Dawn Poem
Blank sheet, taunting me
Daring the person I used to be
To blurt it out, let words flow free
But too deep into my insecurity
I have drowned, no hope for me
What happened to my pen and pad therapy
My safe place, infiltrated by doubt
Nothing from within, brave enough to come out
Generic pairings of letters seeking clout
Simple ramblings, who knows what they’re about
Any ounce of approval, no matter the amount
Rusty thoughts like the abandoned Tin Man
Cobwebbed brain needing “oil can”
Hoping out there is just one fan
Follow through, girl, you made a plan
Copyright © Tara Dawn | Year Posted 2019
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Tara Dawn Poem
She didn’t know any better
Was the excuse of the day
And 16 is hard enough
Without sibling children in the way
“I didn’t birth these urchins,”
She screamed for no one to hear
But mom and dad were out the door
In good spirit, full of cheer
Selfish 16 year-olds rarely do as told
And such was true that day
She took the money they paid her
And she was on her way
The girl across the pond would do
So she handed her a twenty
“I’ll be back before they’re home,”
For a good time, she had plenty
And in that smoke filled barn
With laughter, booze and boys
16 year old had few cares in the world
Except for that tell-tale noise
She tried to drown it out
But she knew that she was wrong
And it didn’t matter even a bit
When they played her favorite song
For the noise in her head grew louder
It tugged it shouted it pulled
She knew she had to get home, quick
Her mother could not be fooled
She steadied her hands on the wheel
To relieve the stranger sitter
But the gravel pulled the car from her
And that’s when it hit her
Broken glass around an old oak
Sirens blaring from afar
That one poor choice cost her family
More than just a car
And In the passing days
Hushed whispers full of half truths
Sobbing, crying, asking why?
16 drunk on 90 proof
They say she was babysitting
Left the kids all alone
But she’s not here to tell her side
She resides beneath granite stone
Copyright © Tara Dawn | Year Posted 2019
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Tara Dawn Poem
Well, You Kept me up until 4 again
but i’d do it every day
because when I brought you home
I swore to keep the boogie man away
I could do with the monster in your closet
or the goblin hiding under your bed
But I was ill prepared for
The Demon that resides in your head
I prayed to God it would skip you
Made promises I could not keep
Naively I blamed hormones
and silently I would weep
The D word stole my baby
I’m trying to take her back
But that nasty, ugly monster
Was quick in his attack
Depression, you stole people I love
And I know they’re forever gone
But not my child, not my light
You think you can keep her but you’re wrong
Tell her romantic lies
create cruel visions in her mind
But i’m a much worse monster
A mother’s love, you’ll soon find
Is nothing to be messed with
Victory is mine
*The title? Harry Potter fans know...
Copyright © Tara Dawn | Year Posted 2020
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Tara Dawn Poem
I sat at your table
I’m sure, I was 5.
The first time I learned
About being alive.
Helicopter landed in
The field, Right out back.
No time to finish eating,
Rushed out, forced to pack.
Stayed with a neighbor
I barely knew
And then the next day,
Said goodbye to you.
And when you’re 5,
One minute your there,
Healthy, alive.
And the next your gone,
I visit a stone.
No one tells you
How to be alone
Because some lessons
You shouldn’t have to learn at 5.
Copyright © Tara Dawn | Year Posted 2020
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