Carolyn Brunelle

Fingerprints - Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

Time 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.

A gaping chasm of unresolved pain
forced me to move on, choose life;
its path would bring healing, lead me
further away, yet closer to my own truth.

Memories linger, the ghosts still haunt,
tattered remnants remain that I hold onto
from the gripping soul of a child; but it's this life
with all the baggage that makes me write.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 7, 2011

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