Fingerprints by Carolyn Brunelle

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Fingerprints

Time and healing
has finally eased
its raw power,
but there are
damages,
permanent fingerprints
on the pages of my past
left by the hands
that molded my history.

The exquisite pain remains
a gaping chasm unbridged.
Had to to move on...
Chose life,
a life that would ultimately
lead me further away.

Memories linger,
haunting ghosts,
empty remnants
still gripped tightly
in the longing soul of a child.
The challenge of life with that vacancy,
is why I write.

Carolyn Brunelle

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Yoonoos Peerbocus (5/28/2008 6:39:00 PM)
challenge of life is what life is in a sense...nice write


Carolyn Brunelle (December 1946)