Posted in Poetry

When I was young

When I was young I had dreams

Bad decisions, leading to screams

Terror, pain, horror and degradation

A time when I suffered intimidation


Now is when the dreams should be true

But instead I am back there with you

Your attempted destruction of my mind

You failed to recreate me and have it bind


As I grew I suppressed what you had done

To keep going, I had to forget, to not succumb

To the need to die, to leave it all behind me

To be myself, to know myself, to be free


I will fight my tormenting memory of you

As I didn’t fight before, my strengths too few

I now know exactly what you did, and how, to me

I have the tools  and motivation to break free




I was 46 years old when I begun this blog, female and married with a house full of cats (7). My past is littered with the impact of events that happened when I was a teen. Two loves of my life have been nursing and studying. I just completed my Master of Arts: Media Studies endorsement. My blog will be about the things I think about, that might be better served being written rather than squirreled away in my mind festering. It is the meanderings of my mind as I seek to define myself and my world.

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