Blast from the past

a mood board containing pictures about a poem called "Blast from the past".
I can see legs
I see the roots
I can see my feet
Child’s legs of terror

I always thought the worst
I saw my child’s feet
One by one 
Cut, moving
On a loom carpet

In a home’s nest
Full of mold and sperm
To be born a girl 
Alone, watching
To be born lost 

Never alone in this house

Those feet running
Weavers of the past
Unwavering lashes
A lash for the lass

Inside the thin walls
Curses and evil bones
All brushed in white sludge
Eternity of the past

With a foaming mouth
Her sight pale as death
Surrounding incense messes her head
Her thighs in color red

Beware of the belt with the shiny end
His voice will consume you
Beware of the hands, dirty grey
He will make you pay

His feet running
His face pulled down
Unwavering lashes
A lass from the past

Worn out;
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5 thoughts on “Blast from the past

  1. Very dark, a horrid subject, but not one we should close our eyes to.

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    1. Thanks for the comment Hobbo! I agree with you 🙏🏻🖤

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  2. Painful situations revealed through this expressive poem. Writing and poetry can offer a place to express that which can be unbearable to carry inside, when one feels safe to do so. This can bring healing for both writers and readers.

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    1. Yes indeed, it’s a very cathartic process. Thank you for your support, Michele!! 🙏🏻✨

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      1. Yes, writing certainly is. As long as the writer is ready, otherwise writing about a painful situation can be a trigger. You are most welcome. Take care. 💗

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