On Pain And Healing
By Lisann
Buried under a blanket of darkness Lies a small pink bud..... Baby girl, Soft~ Fragrant~ Surrounded by a golden yellow glow. Enter the terror, horror A perverse man Known as "daddy" His abuse, His lies, And secrets Bury the rose under a blackness Of pain and shame. Years and years pile on top of each other Until by the time she's an adult She's become a fake--- A plastic, artificial person. Whatever you want from her, She'll do--- The best that she can-- She works so hard To make others happy. The blanke of pain is whitewashed And appears to be happiness But deep inside--- IT HURTS. Enter the healing touch of a friend From the purple haze A blue light breaks through the darkness To illuminate the small pink bud. The work begins---- Slow, Tedious, painful. Each step reducing the facade. Melting the plastic trashy petals. Brining out the true rose In the warm glow. Love, Support, Healing, Nurturing Allows this bud to begin to grow. Slowly, The woman unfolds To finally stand alone, A perfect, complete rose.1996, Written October 8th, 2001 © on Oct 08 2001 07:55 AM PST 0 • 18 • 10
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"Buried under a blanket of darkness..."