My Turn Poem by Mervyn Graham

My Turn



My hurt, my pain, my suffering
All brought to the fore
Fears, so long hidden from view
Tears, once so long dried up

Had my turn... passed

But from arid eyes, the tears do flow
Salt waters welling up inside
Abuses of childhood long forgot
Dug deep in the recesses, meaning to hide

When will it be... my turn

How did this happen
Christ, after so long
This hurt I kept well, hidden
Surviving, no pleasure, just pain

Will it ever be... my turn

It's my turn to love
Feel complete and sexy
A woman with that knowing smile
More in control, sensual

Thank you... as it's my turn.

cc Mervyn Graham (2001

Friday, March 7, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: pain
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I wrote this for a lovely friend who confided in me.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Valsa George 12 March 2014

A very sad tale...! Some carry such hurts hidden in the secret recesses of their heart.... Tell her that time can heal all wounds if she also wills and it is possible to start life anew on a clean slate! Poignant and moving! ! Thanks for commenting on my poem!

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