I tremble as I hash this out,
with hammering heart, without a doubt.
Tears gush forth from buried spout,
as I heard his cries.

I heard the slap of the brutal strap,
felt its sting with each echoed snap...
whispers of memories jerked the frap
then, torrents rush my eyes.

What transpires now, a very different drum...
though quite aware, nonetheless, succumb,
to travel back to a timeless slum...
how eagerly time flies.

The clock reversed to another day
triggered by the current fray...
to remit a cost I was forced to pay,
and my spirit once more dies.

I lost my place in reality,
thrust behind the actuality...
stepped back in time, to neither run or flee,
for a minute could not rise.

That nightmare lived is no longer here.
The grave erected its own great weir.
Today, I thrive without that fear,
until I hear his cries.

"Copyright 2011, All Rights Reserved."

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janbee 6 years ago

WOW ! I'm speechless! up and awesome,my friend!

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No_Clue 6 years ago Author

Well now, aren't you the speed reader, missy? Thank you. This is a true story that just took place about an hour ago and has left me pretty wrung out...emotional hangovers are the worst! Thanks for the read, Ms. janbee!

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bbnix 6 years ago from Southern California

You know, you have a very special and powerful way of writing about very painful things from your past. I'm taking notes, but also more strongly, I hope your pain just won't last...

I wish much happiness for you No-clue - OK?

(I love your picture choices too!)

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No_Clue 6 years ago Author

you cant possible conceive of the comfort your comments bring...I thank the God who rescued me for you...

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bbnix 6 years ago from Southern California

We're together then...

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Spirit Whisperer 5 years ago from Isle of Man

Another vivid photograph of feelings trapped in the subconscious. Amazing powers of expression. Thank you.

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No_Clue 5 years ago Author

Thank you, Spirit Whisperer, I made this journey yesterday, for the first time in a few years, had forgotten how traumatic it is to get slung into the past by seemingly innocent triggers...I had surely hoped I had grown past all that, but, alas, scars linger...thank you for your read and thoughtful comment.

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Janie Zavala 5 years ago from Las Vegas

You're very brave. I've haven't shared certain poems that came out during very painful times. You've given me courage to share. It was beautifully written.

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No_Clue 5 years ago Author

Janie, thank you...these things are cathartic, for one, and have a profound effect on others who feel or have felt the same. I would encourage you to share...thank you for your most thoughtful read and comment!

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thebluestar 5 years ago from Northern Ireland

Beautiful, powerfull words. Such hurt, I'm thinking of youx

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Nikkij504gurl 5 years ago from Louisiana

good one, loved the writing style.

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No_Clue 5 years ago Author

thebluestar, I am touched by your compassion, truly! Flashbacks come from a place of pain, and are, fortunately, short lived, and in my case, infrequent, any more, thank you, God! Many souls suffer them frequently, and it is for them that I feel... thank you for caring, that says much about who you are, thebluestar!

thank you, nikki...I do appreciate your read and comment!

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Amy Becherer 5 years ago from St. Louis, MO

This is one of the most powerful pieces I've read...so much beauty in the construction of this piece...of so much pain. Not one wasted word and I love your rhyming sequence. You managed a difficult feat in taking such a painful past, bringing it forward through an event witnessed in the present and creating a beautiful, haunting testimony to the devastating, never forgotten memories of abuse. Superb writing and imagrey with art tailored to your subject. Perfection

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No_Clue 5 years ago Author

Amy, thank you for your most kind and comforting words! I don't really know how this poem took shape, except that it was a natural response to the event...it just flowed, as do some things, from the heart. I am grateful for that ability, a true gift, it has been a vehicle by which I have reached some much needed healing and peace within. It is an honor to share the journey with people like you. Blessings to you, Amy!

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Fossillady 5 years ago from Saugatuck Michigan

i'm with amy, so much beauty in the construction of the poem of so much pain. i've never really delved deeply into those childhood moments, and we had them, my brothers and sisters and i. my parents were good people, just too young and too many kids all at once, they did their best. thank you for sharin

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No_Clue 5 years ago Author

Fossillady, thank you. I would not choose to delve, had not the past haunted me to the point of torment, rendering me almost incapacitated with shame...And I try not to dwell in the past any more, for it surely is neither healthy or fun...but occassionally I get tossed back, unwillingly, by current triggers, which is what happened here. PTSD at play. I am grateful to be able to commit it to paper in the form of verse, however, and more grateful for caring souls like you, who read and leave such loving comments, balm for my soul. Thank you! Blessings!

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justom 5 years ago from 41042

Good comments, I agree!! Peace!! Tom

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No_Clue 5 years ago Author

Thanks justom!

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BeyondMax 4 years ago from Sydney, Australia

Soul, torn apart into pieces, hurt from within, it's a powerful piece that touches deeply! Brilliant, expressive poem, sharp to the point!

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