Scars

Admin/ May 3, 2016/ Poems

  I awaken, covered in sweat. I close my eyes and the screaming returns. Some scars are buried deep. Some hidden so far down that it requires unconsciousness to bring them to the surface. I open my eyes again and the fear is gone But the memories remain, floating at the top. The scars burn as mental blood flows. And

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Sticks and Stones

Admin/ March 16, 2016/ Poems

Sticks and Stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me. A phrase my mother had me repeat every night before I went to bed. The warm embrace of sleep, tucking me away from the nightmare. For awake was when I suffered. I was taught growing up that girls are bullied, but boys are tough. That men settle

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