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When I was very young,
An impish face full of curiosity and Twinkling blue eyes would greet me. As I grew older, I was told it was Egotistical to play with the image That was happy to see me. One day, I looked And saw the young girl Dad had picked up by the throat and shook And asked her why she just couldn’t behave. She really must be as stupid As they all claimed. Her eyes became hard to meet. She was someone Who deserved to be beat. My father knew all. So she must really be So very, very unworthy……….. This child grew to adult. Stayed away from mirrors And tried not to commit errors. She had a girl child So sweet. Why would she Ever mistreat? Frustration in the bathtub struck Removing shampoo from hair From a head run amok With wiggling. She felt the frustration grow And held her daughters head under Till bubbles began to flow From her child’s lack of air. Sanity, thank God, returned. And from the depths of the tub The child and her breath emerged. The mirror’s reflection of shame Now showed years of the pain And frustration, never dealt with To create more links in the chain. As her reflection of shame Seemed destined to be passed on To her children. The reflection of shame Had become the family legacy of shame. Something snapped that day In this women filled with shame. She started reading of others Who’d played this same game. The dysfunctional chain Psychologists called it. She thought and pondered What makes a chain. Charles ****ens’ Christmas Carol ran through her mind: The voice of the ghost of Marley, “This is the chain I forged in life. I made it Link by link and yard by yard.” I made it link by link I made it link by link So I can break it link by link, She started to think. First the links needed to be defined. Then attention to the link triggers Paid by the mind. Then stopping reflex reaction, Calling a halt To life’s interactions Until self-control could be reclaimed. This is how, my kids and I, finally Broke this dysfunctional chain. Now, mirrors no long show Reflections of shame. |
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Edited by
MsTeddyBear2u
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Fri 07/18/08 12:58 PM
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{{{DKW}}} I corrected the name (opps) forgive me!  
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mmm, back at'cha Ms. T-bear, big ol squonch!!!!
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(((WOW)))
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{{{DKW}}} I corrected the name (opps) forgive me!
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Ash's to Ash's
Dust to Dust Past be spoken.. present one must Live Mirror of Life hard yet worn Memories restore the Soul Lady of Light shines of Tears Dance upon the Earth's Delight Take me in hold me tight Forever in your Soul tonight Lady of Light Lady Wench Deep inside I thrive
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Such beautiful writes today
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Ash's to Ash's Dust to Dust Past be spoken.. present one must Live Mirror of Life hard yet worn Memories restore the Soul Lady of Light shines of Tears Dance upon the Earth's Delight Take me in hold me tight Forever in your Soul tonight Lady of Light Lady Wench Deep inside I thrive
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WOW!!! Wench hat was amazing!!! Bravo!!
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Ash's to Ash's Dust to Dust Past be spoken.. present one must Live Mirror of Life hard yet worn Memories restore the Soul Lady of Light shines of Tears Dance upon the Earth's Delight Take me in hold me tight Forever in your Soul tonight Lady of Light Lady Wench Deep inside I thrive
Have I told ya lately just how much I love you
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You are a woman of GREAT courage to have made the choice to look at your history and change your future, and the future of your children, and your children's children
Peaceful evening, beautiful woman...flowers at your feet. |
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When I was very young, An impish face full of curiosity and Twinkling blue eyes would greet me. As I grew older, I was told it was Egotistical to play with the image That was happy to see me. One day, I looked And saw the young Dad had picked up by the throat and shook And asked her why she just couldn’t behave. She really must be as stupid As they all claimed. Her eyes became hard to meet. She was someone Who deserved to be beat. My father knew all. So she must really be So very, very unworthy……….. This child grew to . Stayed away from mirrors And tried not to commit errors. She had a child So sweet. Why would she Ever mistreat? Frustration in the bathtub struck Removing shampoo from hair From a head run amok With wiggling. She felt the frustration grow And held her daughters head under Till bubbles began to flow From her child’s lack of air. Sanity, thank God, returned. And from the depths of the tub The child and her breath emerged. The mirror’s reflection of shame Now showed years of the pain And frustration, never dealt with To create more links in the chain. As her reflection of shame Seemed destined to be passed on To her children. The reflection of shame Had become the family legacy of shame. Something snapped that day In this women filled with shame. She started reading of others Who’d played this same game. The dysfunctional chain Psychologists called it. She thought and pondered What makes a chain. Charles ****ens’ Christmas Carol ran through her mind: The voice of the ghost of Marley, “This is the chain I forged in life. I made it Link by link and yard by yard.” I made it link by link I made it link by link So I can break it link by link, She started to think. First the links needed to be defined. Then attention to the link triggers Paid by the mind. Then stopping reflex reaction, Calling a halt To life’s interactions Until self-control could be reclaimed. This is how, my kids and I, finally Broke this dysfunctional chain. Now, mirrors no long show Reflections of shame. a treasure |
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wow,it touched me deeply.Very well written.I can relate thanks for sharing
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It was time.
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that was beautifully written
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Chain be broken
life yet to live this Wench has found something wonderful to give POWERFUL!!! Lovin ya Lady!!
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