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Take it Back
by Trisha De GraciaAs for stars and dreams
we hold our breaths collectively
in hopes of a rising sun tomorrow...
I long to tear into my flesh
and pull it out.
The fear is there
collapsing cells
spurring my breath
creating a murderous monster in me
that wants to destroy my own parts.
When the terror is gone
and the stares subside
and the the inwardly directed anger
boils down to helpless insecurity
the only thing that's left in me
is yet to be determined. 04/05/2004 Author's Note: Stupid Stupid Girl.
Posted on 04/05/2004
Copyright © 2024 Trisha De Gracia
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by J. P. Davies on 04/05/04 at 07:04 PM *holds breath* |
| Posted by Barbara Griffith on 04/06/04 at 01:32 PM You'll make it, you're not alone. |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 04/08/04 at 03:11 PM Well, if there is a cause, it will have its effect, obviously, this is always subject to the laws. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/08/04 at 06:07 PM A monster I know all too well, and still struggle to tame. Well expressed! |
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