Family secrets
blood kept
never acknowledged
point the finger
prime the poison
blame the victim
embrace…….
Voices raised
torment laced words
screamed in defiance
while blind eyes are turned
ignoring
the scene before them.
Hands raised
cringing from the blows
sneak back into the corner
once there
I shall no longer fear
disappearing into the dark.
Empty seat at the table
nary a place set
it has become apparent…..
I am invisible.
No one wants to hear
no one wants to acknowledge
damage done
not so easy to shovel away
hiding behind falsity
chiselled smiles on their lips.
I am the elephant in the room.
Forgiveness is in short supply.
Thoughts run amok.
Watching through the garden gate…..
My life.
My memories.
My pain.
Dismissed
forgotten……
never acknowledged.
©August 6/19
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The Wonderful and Wacky World of One Single Mom 
If this was your childhood, it’s no surprise you struggle with depression…kind of reminds me of my own in a way. I guess I need to channel my sadness someday like you do, instead, I just blocked most of it out. Thanks for sharing your words, and your feelings. Powerful!
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Thank you. I worked through a lot of it almost two years ago but it was 30 years overdue. Writing helps me get rid of the anger that rears its head occassionally. Thank you for your kind words and support. 😊❤
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You’re absolutely welcome 😊
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This is deeply poignant and raw! Powerful writing, once again!
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Thank you so much. I wanted to like your poem the psychedelic picture one. I read it three times so I could grasp all of it. It was wonderful. And it was poem don’t doubt that. 😊❤
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You are too kind. Thank you so much. Without going too deep into it, I will just say that I was in a different mindset and nothing I did felt good enough. But thank you for taking the time to read my work. I truly appreciate it. 🙂 ❤
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You are very welcome. 😊❤
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