Thats pretty heavy stuff Cass but can understand where it comes from who`d ever guess the keeper of lesbian rats had that inside her lol

:P thanks old fart *hugs*

Third World Voice
Their voices cry out in hollow despair like the wind of a subtle storm of dust that vanishes in the air.
It rests like pollen on morning dew noticed only by a compassionate few.
Fragile like the petals of wilting wild flowers their survival is married with torrid powers.
Polity, vision, and youthful passion are blunted with blood in an evil fashion.
Those who see with shadowy eyes the injustice of all the treasure that dies
Are blessed with empty hearts and salient deafness to their haunting cries.
The abundance of Mother Earth has disbursed guilt upon our hands
As we rest in peaceful platitude with green across our lands.
How soon will our backs carry the song of their disdain?
Will we wait until our hands are covered with a horrible stain?

Grandma Gold
In a merry place along a path of white stone
Where berries grow amid yellow coxcombs,
A butterfly fluttered upon the silvery crown of a crone.
Fragility seemed present where her feet were prone.
Her children with locks of splendid red fire
Ran about in her memories like heavenly desire.
The sun in a soft and subtle pink set low to mark her year.
She felt its warmth upon her back and rested without a fear.



Midwife Birth
She wore a small white hat pinned close to her head
And tall black boots laced tight with thick thread.
With cheeks wind burned pink she went to work the family dairy,
Her face glowed with sweetness like a sun ripened cherry.
She placed her hand low on her largely swollen bosom.
Movement could be seen as she began to use some wisdom.
She cried out in pain with a ardent little prayer.
There would be no waiting , not even on a dare.
With cry upon sigh and all her might she held in wait for her midwife.
With composure gone the grace of motherhood dawned and it was time for life.
Curled up like a cannon poised out came a round of tiny hair covered head.
She pushed with all her might knowing there was nothing to dread.
Soon the tiny head was followed my a curled and wrinkled red body.
Eyes wet with tears and a smile like battle’s triumph, she victoriously embraced her precious new born child.

these are so insightful, wonderful!

How Can It Be?

How can it be…
To forget this thing?
How does the past
Such turmoil bring?

How will my heart
Endure such pain,
Filled with anger,
Bound by its chain?

How did this hide
For these long years,
Now to come forth
Bringing old fears?

Where is peace now?
What must I say?
How can I live
Another day?

OK I don't normally write these so forgive

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Another, day I grow awake,
visions running through my head so real,
I wonder do i deserve to wake, or am I just another fake.,
A shadow figures, my innocence they take.

The years go by , the mind forgets,
until a trauma. opens the gate,
am I another victim in this game, the memory begins to set,
and feelings surface of regret, that quickly turn to hate.

Just take a breath, or write it down,
as if this reverses the traumas that have already occurred
when really all I want is a hole in the ground,
yet I know that reaction is just by gut and is very absurd

Someday my silence will be broke, your hold no longer tight
and you will take responsibility for all those things you've done
I wish that you will feel my pain, and realize the demons that I face each night,
till then all i can do is soldier on , put up with pain and plight

Someday I will awaken, and feel no longer fear,
I walk the streets with head held high, with no shame
and maybe when that day occurs I Will see the innocent girl looking back at me in the mirror,
one day even though I know you deserve it I'll erase you from my brain

so hold your loved ones Nice and tight,
tell them that you love the so
cause the day may come when you cannot, so love with all your might
and when the time comes, make sure they knowhow you love them so.

Heck, you should name that one Ode to PTSD, because it describes our reality to a T.

Well done!

bec

way to go, amber.

Thanks guys it just kinda needed to come out and it did