I totally relate to the part where you say "abuse is rape, not touching" because touching is still abuse (in my opinion) It still messes with your life. I don't go a single day without thinking of my abuser and what happened because it was traumatizing. Even for people who only have it happen once- I'd still call that abuse.
Recent Community Stories
This poem holds a special place in my heart. It captures the raw struggle of someone I love deeply, offering a quiet strength and hope that words alone often fail to express. It's a lifeline - one I truly believe could help him keep going. Thank you x
Having lost my wife Ann after 50 years married I understand only to well how you are feeling, thankfully we have memories to turn to for some form of comfort, hope life is treating you kind Ann.
Dear Lisa,
Thank you for your poem which I really connected with, especially being a tough year and lots of rain here in Australia. I hope you are kind enough to allow me use your poem as a basis for a choral composition for a school project of mine please.
Warmest regards,
Amelia
Rather amazing. Humanity is 200,000 years old. And to date, we still struggle with the basic concept. Brilliant poem.
Advertisement
Ann: I just ran across your comments. I'm glad I reached someone with my poems. I don't know which poem you were referring to, but I'm glad you enjoyed it. Did you read No More Whippoorwill, or Sweet Things For Your Ear. I hope you get a chance to reply to me.
Thanks So Much.
It's as if for you time stopped the moment he was gone. Maybe you're afraid that if you wind those clocks it will mean you moved on and maybe you're not ready, maybe you feel it would be a betrayal of him if you did move on. It's amazing the things we do to somehow keep them with us. I remember when my Mom died and my dad was so lost. Once when I was there cleaning, I saw my moms pj's folded on the end of the bed. I put them in the drawer. When I came the next time, those pj's were right back on the end of the bed. When he passed 7 months later, my mom's pocketbook was still hanging on the dining room chair and had $126 in it. He never touched it. I'm glad you write about your husband in different ways because it keeps him here not just for you, but all of us. Your friend Pat
I firmly believe that our passed loved ones are all around us all the time. All we have to do is look around us, at nature, movies, poems, even in our dreams. I am certain that your husband is always by your side. How could he leave such a beautiful woman and human being. Your words remind us all to open our hearts ad minds and we'll find that love still there all around us. Your friend, Pat
Ann, Indeed new beginnings are everything. It allows us to see things as if we're seeing them for the very first time. A beautiful spring day as you described so perfectly, does trigger introspection with me too and gives me needed moments of hope. You described my feelings exactly!
Ann, I really think you are enormously talented. I've said it before but I must say it again, you are so good at describing complicated, deeply meaningful, heartfelt observations and experiences in such a few words. I read this and saw your husband sitting there with his loyal dog beside him and you just watching from a distance, thinking about the wonderful man he was and feeling so much love. You are such a supportive, kind woman that I hate to see you in pain and you are so quiet in your pain. That is until you put your feelings on paper and they explode in side of the readers heart. I love your work!
Advertisement
Advertisement