sharon wischkaemper Poems

My heart starts skipping beats inside my chest
like a child skipping stones across a pond of regrets.
Pillow soaked through with tears and sweat.
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Again,
I kiss her lips
wipe her tears
make love to her body
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I found you yesterday
exactly where I'd left you,
in an old shoe box on the far end of my crowded shelf.
It was the perfect place to place
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The first time I recall him putting his hands on me I was three.

Me, with my legs split wide open like the Serengeti.
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A collection of myths and legends,
written by men and women with imaginations that rival those
of the writers of Harry Potter or Game of Thrones.
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You are my True North.

You are the ladder off the ledges I find myself on.
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