Feb
2008
2008
24
CHRONICLES
It was a bright day,
And I remember the bedroom…
The sun peeling the wallpaper off
The olden plaster …
But I cannot recall how
This situation was anything but sour
The killing of a childhood.
But I am a survivor, they tell me.
And I cannot recall what I survived,
I was too busy blooming to want to remember…
But I want to tell you this.
Though I was too young to hold
A child in my body’s womb…
I feel I had a death of me, a miscarriage of love…
Though I could never conceive.
But I am to have an exam.
it shall determine much.
Abuse? No Abuse?
I promise to keep in touch.
This is my story about how I am a SURVIVOR… so I will keep updating to help others, maybe? Well, thank you !
