dVerse: Listen To This Anaphora
Write a poem using anaphora (a repetitive word or phrase).
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| Polyvore by Grace Beam |
born into hell
born into hands of evil
born into a netherworld
where no child should ever be
born into greed
born into porn
born into torture
what no child should ever see
born into destiny
not of my choice
born into actions
without option of voice
born into fear
but as adult i heal
born to die young
but at that they did fail
whew...i am glad they did fail...its a hard life growing up for many...working with kids, doing counseling i oft walk into homes that are a big part of the problem...and its always great to see them escape that a bit...or for the home to change and become better...the short clipped lines works really well in this...
ReplyDeleteoh i'm glad she survived - it's terrible to have a start like this and for many the escape is so very difficult - a moving piece
ReplyDeleteGreat and tough bit to read Maggie ... I'm glad you proved them wrong and grace us with your writing.
ReplyDeleteGuess this is more gritty than I usually write. Thank you all for reading and commenting. It's over now. Easier to spit it out. I did like the challenge but never know what going to spill over.
ReplyDeleteAnd the unthinkable becomes real. It is an ill feeling when protection becomes predation. What a spirit to survive and heal, Grace.
ReplyDeleteWow, Maggie, such brutal honesty and vulnerability! Thank you.
ReplyDeletewhew. and it seems, you've reborn yourself into a better place ~ M
ReplyDeleteThere's raw pain in this, Maggie, but with an underlying tone of survival and that reminder that, no matter what we are handed, we have our own choices to make. Great poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your comments. Healing was a long journey and I feel it finally is behind me...and quite recently had a healing "event" that felt like the ending to what was. Am blessed to have a loving husband. It's sad that healing comes when I'm 60 regardless of how young I feel. But I am living my own life now without the fear and memories. You are all so kind.
ReplyDeletePowerful piece. I had written in the comments over at dVerse that your link wasn't working, but now it is. I'm glad.
ReplyDeleteThank you...and thank you for trying again. My blog went down mysteriously for a bit today...probably a Blogger issue. I panicked but glad it was fixed.
DeletePotent and rending; I empathize greatly.
ReplyDeleteSo glad that finally the healing is done and you have not failed yourself ~ The refrain of "born into" is dark & chilling ~ Good work here ~
ReplyDeleteWe spill when we're ready, no? Always humbled and grateful to know we can heal.
ReplyDeleteAnna, Grace & LaTonya, Thank you for your comments. I know what I wrote was a tough read.
ReplyDeleteWow, now that depicts the heart wrenching cries of a painful heart
ReplyDeleteand the meek shall inherit the earth...Sad but powerful write.
ReplyDeleteWell done, Maggie. This is such a strong poem; rigid and sturdy and filled strength.
ReplyDeleteWe don't realise how lucky we are.
ReplyDeleteWell done for the poem and well done for the recovery. Peace and light:) Tigerbrite
ReplyDeletea biting and gritty write - hard subject but you brought it out beautifully - K
ReplyDeleteJust shows all the challenges and the pitfalls that can impinge on people. Some counter them well but others may just succumb meekly! Great thoughts Maggie!
ReplyDeleteHank