>I’m still here
I know that when you look for me it seems I’ve disappeared
I know the ghost of me, I see her in the mirror.
I wish I could open a window to let you see inside
My soul
I wish I could call out to you and tell you please
Don’t let go
I’m still in here I promise and I’ll be back
It’s just right now I’m hiding from a brutal attack
See my body is a battlefield
And right now it’s under siege
I’m hiding in the trenches waiting for the troops to leave
And when this war is over, it’ll be safe to come out and play
Just please don’t forget about me because I’m fighting every day.
*ok so I did not inherit my Fathers talent for poetry, but this needed to come out exactly as it is*
© 2010 Jennifer Hazard
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Me...I am a trained Advocate and Counselor with 20 years experience working with Youth and Families. My most recent employment brought me to the field of Domestic and Sexual Violence Counseling and support. I myself am a Survivor of violence and have been on both side of the service desk, which provides for a unique, often conflicting, theoretical orientation. I am a regular blogger, journal keeper and story teller. My current focus is to give voice to the experiences of survivors, to shine some light in the dark corners of family life where all the spiders and creepy things hide. I also enjoy writing about my unconventional childhood in the tumultuous 60's and am dabbling in memoir writing. I have three wonderful children, two fabulous granddaughters and an assortment of pets.
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