Monthly Archives: August 2015

Haunted

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Always,

The girl with ghosts in her eyes.

Haunted.

Certain words are spoken

And her gaze is broken.

She is gone.

Triggers deep inside tripped by

A sentiment.

Shame ensues.

A song

And her heart is racing.

A car backfires

And

The longing,

The ache for safety carries her away

Into the

Other side

Where no one can reach her.

Choking as she tries to speak,

Tendrils from her gut

Pulling her breath back inside.

Back to hide.

No,

Mere

Words will not do

For they cannot be found.

For You

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I won’t ask about your

Father

For I know he is deceased.

I will not ask about your

Mother,

I know she shattered you to pieces.

I will,

However,

Offer you a safe space

To lay it all down.

A space to heal.

A place where you can feel the

Sanctity of your soul.

Where it will remind you

That you are whole.

I offer you love and kindness.

A quiet time to recover your heart and

Mind.

And there you can mend without

Question.