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Hey all, Here is a poem I wrote for my creative writing class. By the way, I am graduating May with my AS and then hopefully my grades will hold up to receive a full scholarship to a 4 year university i have chosen. I gave my therapist a copy of this and he cried. Really touched me when he done that. I have been with him for 4 years now and our last session is the first week of April. He is even coming to my graduation!!! Here it is Portrait of Myself mourning a childhood lost forever a youth contaminated with violence improper sexual innuendoes and malice that was meant for another forever wanting to go back in time and rewind the tapes of my youth But, time and age have a way of educating the soul. While courage, perserverance, and faith have a way of healing the wounds. Now, I take the shattered pieces of the puzzle I have painstakingly pieced back together and I find a beautiful portrait a masterpiece of a woman full of compassion and experience, ready to pass along to another who is mourning a childhood lost forever. Copyright/3/01/2002 Regina Lamont
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well, here is a glimpse into my inner being with which i have to deal on a daily basis before all else. beyond this; everything is a bonus . . . (i’m a long term PTSD & ADHD sufferer) internal strife . . . this vortex that consumes – ensnares the crumbling membranes of my brain; is but a whirlwind – a tornado out of control; six gyroscopes each on a different axis rotating at irregular speeds flinging thoughts – ideas – abilities off; off in all directions . . . disassociated from each other. the thunderous roar — deafening shutting out all sounds, voices, senses – - yet envelopes — confining all else within the crumbling walls of this battered – scarred cranium – my fractured skull – my head . . . owen 3/01/99
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Hey Owen, Wow, that was awesome—and it really rang true with me as well. Have you considered trying to have it published?? Just a thought. Right now, in lit class we are reading poetry from poets who have won Pulitizer Prizes and it doesn’t come close to what you wrote. Thanks for sharing– Jeannie – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text ->Subject: Re: A Poem–for survivors >From: mthak…@aol.com (Mthakati) >Date: 3/16/2002 3:02 PM Central Standard Time >Message-id: <20020316160246.16183.00001…@mb-mn.aol.com> >well, here is a glimpse into my inner being with which i have to deal on a >daily basis before all else. beyond this; everything is a bonus . . . >(i’m a long term PTSD & ADHD sufferer) >internal strife . . . >this vortex >that consumes – ensnares >the crumbling membranes > of my brain; >is but >a whirlwind – a tornado > out of control; >six gyroscopes >each >on a different axis >rotating at > irregular speeds >flinging > thoughts – ideas > - abilities off; >off in all directions . . . disassociated from each other. >the thunderous roar — deafening >shutting out > all sounds, voices, senses – - >yet >envelopes — > confining all else >within > the crumbling walls >of >this battered – scarred cranium – >my fractured skull > - my head . . . >owen >3/01/99
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