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The Victim
a heart much larger than the mind outgoing, free spirited defenseless, blind loving, trusting naive to the ways of mankind few can escape their fate as if born to satisfy the need of predators who lie in wait to make the soul's hymen bleed childhood is lost its innocence gone broken and tattered left to carry on shame and despair was never yours to claim yet your own mirror reflects the blame silly broken girl who trusted the world beats herself, almost to death until, within one last breath THE HEALER She begins to understand that innocence is pure so sacred a treasure it is never secure but must be protected at any cost yet how do you protect what has already been lost the daily struggles through torment and tears begin to cleanse her soul redirecting her fears unto those who can relate to such a horrid affair they become bonded by fate through the experience they share THE NURTURER compassion returns replacing bitter memories she feels the need to soothe another's agony to hold and caress their tender shattered hearts never forgetting the day her own was blown apart but she is a WOMAN! and that's what they do they live and they learn THANK GOD FOR YOU!.... This poem is dedicated to those women who know and have experienced the agonies within, those who bond and uplift each other through the pain, the healing process and the acknowledgement that they are indeed the strength of all nations...It is a bond that men can't comprehend, nor will they ever, because we are brutal, wreckless, and they are the essence of love, and that is why they survive. |
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The Victim a heart much larger than the mind outgoing, free spirited defenseless, blind loving, trusting naive to the ways of mankind few can escape their fate as if born to satisfy the need of predators who lie in wait to make the soul's hymen bleed childhood is lost its innocence gone broken and tattered left to carry on shame and despair was never yours to claim yet your own mirror reflects the blame silly broken girl who trusted the world beats herself, almost to death until, within one last breath THE HEALER She begins to understand that innocence is pure so sacred a treasure it is never secure but must be protected at any cost yet how do you protect what has already been lost the daily struggles through torment and tears begin to cleanse her soul redirecting her fears unto those who can relate to such a horrid affair they become bonded by fate through the experience they share THE NURTURER compassion returns replacing bitter memories she feels the need to soothe another's agony to hold and caress their tender shattered hearts never forgetting the day her own was blown apart but she is a WOMAN! and that's what they do they live and they learn THANK GOD FOR YOU!.... This poem is dedicated to those women who know and have experienced the agonies within, those who bond and uplift each other through the pain, the healing process and the acknowledgement that they are indeed the strength of all nations...It is a bond that men can't comprehend, nor will they ever, because we are brutal, wreckless, and they are the essence of love, and that is why they survive. Wow...that was beautiful. And most men do not carry the same view on women as you! Thank you, your words brightened my day |
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Edited by
SKPCG
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Tue 09/29/09 06:38 AM
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Wow! Pretty insightful of rape for a man. And the steps rape victims go through, (if lucky enough to find emotional and mental health again), are pretty spot on.
Oh, I forgot!! Good writing form, good poems!! Thanks! |
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Nicely done! The maiden, the mother, and the crone - different labels, but the same journey. Males have access to the path - just depends on necessity whether or not they step onto it.
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Ohhhhh Such a brilliant, moving write,,,
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Great write
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so very nice..
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I loved that. It was amazing. Well done.
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Really well done
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Edited by
severon
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Thu 10/01/09 05:43 PM
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Thank you. You nailed it. I didnt read rape into it though...
I got something else. |
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