Lucky~

depressions

little dimples where life

pressed

its marble sized hollows

excessively

until my skin absorbed

each moment of pressure

and my body became a tattoo

of fingerprints

handprints

leaving their mark

a

     n

           d

I could cry

or sharpen my blade

however, they are mine

my pain

I prefer to own them

these slivers of memory

I wear

like strips of cloth

around the bend

where

every strike to knees

scraping existence bloody

arrived involving  a lesson

in inflexible reality

coaxing early maturation

to manifest

as

either

humanE in the human

or inhumane in the blood speckles

at the corner of a child’s mouth

beads

perverse cultivation

always delivered with a bruise

or two

birthing those flat eyes

that are like thick ink

at the bottom of a bottle;

I was lucky to escape my fate

lucky to be given a quill

instead of a bottle

to bleed my pain

 

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Reviews

[Ron]

Hi Selene, Like I said before I feel your pain I was abused and used starting at 4 years old . Too many of as have . I loved your poem and almost cried for you and myself. But we are survivors and no man or woman should beat, sexual abuse, dehumanize or shame another person. The scars are forever torture, but like you thank god I have had other things and good people remind me that not everyone is cruel! Your sword is the pen but it dosent hurt to have you katari handy. Thanks for touching my heart and reminding me Im not alone. Your writings are like a pain pill and a scar remover at the same time. Lots of Love Ron

[Wildfleour]

Amen, RT. Powerful write with your powerful quill. xx

[Laureeann]

So beautiful and powerful

[Dizzy]

Sad-making poem. Still a good one. The poem has good imagery and detail. Spiffy Poem.

[KAREN]

The pain in this poem can be felt! Abuse is a really bad thing that a person has to go through!! Goodread and write!!

[Sweets]

This is such a powerful piece.
Great imagery :)
Nice work! :D

[writing mojo]

such good stuff, in the beads you hold close in a word string of events you hang like a yoke around your neck....I havn't been around this site for a while, but after reading your words i am satisfied with writing again...good to see the talent is as deep as your skin lives in the pen..good stuff

[Maurice]

It is a delight to read your work as I catch up after a week on the ocean.

The story is sad and painful, but you have your triumph in the end.

[Solidad]

Just because you survived doesn't make it ok. This disturbs me in the same way someone telling me the truth that I didn't want to hear would. Its beautiful in its sorrow. I'm glad I stumbled upon it.

[My Fair Lady]

Your lucky quill has touched me again. Adore you.

[MichaelsLyric.com]

This is a very good piece. Sometimes, the pain becomes part of you, and if the pain is understood and not blindly reacted to, it becomes part of your beauty. As Russians always say, "art requires sacrifices".