stacy ferkol

Healing Process

He haunts my days
He haunts my nights
I don't have a say
I have no rights.

I nod and pretend i'm fine
The truth is held deep within
The tears I didn't let out now shine
This battle is one I have to win.

My soul has been shattered
My heart ripped open
My blood has been splattered
And with that he stole my only token.

Now i'm healing
My life is going from night to day
The wounds he left are now sealing
Now I have my say.

Poem Submitted: Monday, March 22, 2010

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  • Amy Cullinane (3/22/2010 8:14:00 PM)

    I can feel every word in this poem... you have real talent! ! !

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