Lifeline

Written during the wee hours, this morn.

An avenue

Nothing more

In releasing

The pent-up ghosts

Of my past.

Chance words

Offered

As advice

Crossing boundaries

Of long standing.

Struggling to voice

A shameful secret

Without stammering

Over every spoken word.

As the  defensive walls

Slam down

Tight

Over me.

Furthering

The septic bath

My soul soaking in

Consuming everything.

Until Death

Stands before me

By offering Her hand

In release.

Do I write

Placing my ghosts

Into their proper graves

For eternal peace.

Author's Note

About 8 years ago, the moderator for my M2F support group, suggested that I take up writing, to release my suppressed memories and the events, happening, in my life, at the time. Never thought, it would reach this far, for me.

Reviews

[TL Boehm]

placing ghosts in their proper graves. Amen. Thats what writing can do for us.

[therisa]

Thank you, Tammy. It's been a long journey and many km to go, still.