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Ritual Abuse,
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Sometimes
Sometimes
Sometimes
when I awaken in the small
gray light of sleep's leaving
and the warmth of dawn,
I know my life as gift
and blessing both
now and then.<Sometimes
a sight or smell or taste
will bring me back to some joyous
happy time and
I feel my heart lift and stretch
like a bird longing for the sky.Sometimes
when the day is gray and cold
I stretch myself between sleeping and
awakening to find my center in between
the soft hands of sleep and consciousness.Sometimes
when we are younger
I find awe in little things
and not knowing is less important
than this heart beat.Sometimes
when I view my scars
I touch them gently
and shed the tears that
we have held too long.
Our hand will not raise against
the flow.Sometimes the veil between now and then
falls away and I can reclaim
my heart which I hid so deeply
then.Sometimes
I know without doubt
that I am loved
and that what happened to
me did not defeat me
and that I will live
long enough to learn to
love again.Sometimes
I hear a song or sound
and I am moved to tears
of sweetness
for I had closed my ears
so long ago
I did not think I could
hear that way again.Sometimes
comes more
often
now
because I am
alive
and living.
sherlok, 1995
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