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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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!