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Jen Hart Poem
If your love for me was the waters on which the Titanic met its epic plunge...nobody on deck would get wet.
Copyright © Jen Hart | Year Posted 2015
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The dirt path quietly calls my name, gently pushing me to take the fist step.
My backpack strapped firmly along the curve of my spine, holding the very things I need to survive.
I am alone. I shiver. I move on.
I lift my eyes from the ground and remind myself I am strong.
The weight on my back brings comfort.
The weight on my soul brings pain.
Another step up the mountain. Another step toward my salvation.
Another step toward my freedom.
I climb. I listen. I climb. I look. I climb. I remember. I climb. I forget.
The sky above holds puffs of clouds safely in it's arms
I wonder if I will be so lucky to feel the same.
I feel wild. I feel free. I feel fierce.
I pray my god will protect me and teach me all I must learn along the way.
I miss my babies back home; their silhouettes shadow my every step.
My silhouette? Incomplete and cracked.
I climb. I smile. I climb. I laugh. I climb. I cry. I climb. I sob.
The birds above float rapidly by; chirping their praise to one another
I wonder if I will be so lucky to hear the same.
I feel alone. I feel tired. I feel pride.
I pray my god will take mercy on my soul and forgive me for the pain I have caused.
I miss the comfort of my home; it's smells and sounds wrap themselves around me.
My smells and sounds? Foreign and alive.
I climb. I ache. I climb. I hurt. I climb. I reject. I climb. I accept.
The trees sway peacefully in the breeze; lulling themselves to sleep
I wonder if I will be so lucky to do the same.
I feel lost. I feel broken. I feel hope.
I pray my god will shine the light of the sun on my path and the power of the moon on my camp.
I miss the life I once dreamed of; it's colorful and icy facade melts into opaque puddles at my feet.
My facade? Melts into nothing.
I climb. I grasp. I climb. I beg. I climb. I exhale. I climb. I surrender.
The mountain stands tall and proud before me; confident in its strength and ability.
I wonder if I will be so lucky to believe the same.
I feel raw. I feel forgiveness. I feel peace.
I pray my god will guide me down the mountain and gently lay me upon the doorstep of my home.
I miss the girl I hoped to become; her image never traveling far from my thoughts.
My image? Combines with hers to become whole.
I climb. I question. I climb. I atone. I climb. I greet. I climb. I arrive.
Copyright © Jen Hart | Year Posted 2016
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Gone are the days I am invisible
Owning my voice
Owning my beauty
Damned if it ever happens again
Beckoning forth my inner child
Yearning to heal her..ashamed it has taken too long
Empty heart filling up with strength, hope and courage
You belong again, I smile
Echos of the ghost's words which damaged our soul
Soon begin to fade crossing between hues
Turning from shades of black..to purple..to red..to yellow
Eager to walk hand in hand, no longer hidden
Remberance of the child I once was
Dancing in the rain baptizing the blossoming woman I am becoming
Accept this now my sweet
You belong again, I smile
Copyright © Jen Hart | Year Posted 2015
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Clawing her way in
Wounded by attempts
A powerful force confining her to darkness
Hortatory screams reflecting her pain
Fall quickly to the earth
Buried with the others
She surrenders
Head lowered in defeat
Teardrops fade into the hollow
Alone again as darkness holds her
A sliver of moon once so full
Illuminates her fight
She moves
One step...two steps
The hurt inside no match for her determination
She quietly pleads
Open
She continues her search as she has before
As she has, so many times before
Copyright © Jen Hart | Year Posted 2015
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The scent of wood chips tapping against memories
Too familiar, longing to be forgotten
Echos, fulminating and clinging together like angry rain clouds
Shapes and angles carved to perfection, leaving no doubt
A flawless art evolved throughout the years
And perfectly crafted to fit her size
Fabric and lace disguising the horror
Feigning protection for what's placed inside
A fallen victim to his beautiful evil
While still desiring to be his one and only
Accepting her fate, as colorful reflections become opaque
How perfectly crafted to fit her size
Placed gently inside, listening to delicate words of departure
Hollow eyes reflecting empty dreams from long ago
A checkered blanket of shame shrouds an irrevocable pain
"Goodbye" she whispers, to nobody, to anybody
Darkness tumbles slowly, erasing her light, line, by line, by line
Now perfectly crafted to fit her size
Forlorn eyes blink open, just as before
Listless senses return home like the prodigal son
Her voice has changed, lifeless and cold, yet volume and pitch remain the same
Her new dwelling now harbors her dreams, her hopes, his lies
And perfectly crafted for a soul just her size
For I am his puppet, attached to sturdy white strings
His benevolence and charm a mere disguise
Beliefs once my own, now directed by vacant hands
I no longer exist, my spirit lay dormant
He is now the master, and I.....
So perfectly crafted to fit his size
Copyright © Jen Hart | Year Posted 2015
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I race to my hiding space
I think I am safe
Eyes closed
Mouth shut
No sound
Hide face
One Mississippi, two Mississippi
I make it to three...I win.
This time I know I can beat him
He will find me soon, he always does
because I am the one he says he loves
"Come out" he whispers
"I know you are there"
"Come out my love, there is nothing to fear"
His voice, so warm
His words, so familiar
His wicked thought, "I will defeat her"
My eyes... closed tight
Chanting...don't breathe
If he can't find me...I am free
Three Mississippi
I am almost home
Peace
Safety
Alone
"I found you"
He smirks
"Love always wins"
Three Mississippi slipping away
To be called on again
Crawling out slowly
As I have before
Maybe next time there will be no more
He looks me over
Trying to read my mind
Next time I will find a better place to hide
Copyright © Jen Hart | Year Posted 2015
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