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Rated: E · Poetry · Family · #2192362
This was a nightmare that had me wake hyperventilating, but ended it with a positive slant
There was no air in the night
That I went back to visit
So defiled a childhood as sustenance
For the man here today.
Singsong voices from the abyss,
Unfamiliar as my loved ones.
Those neighbors. Friends. Extended family,
Telling me to go away.

I stand my ground with them,
So pleased to finally be me.
Only to end up home again,
With parents waiting for their turn, too.
I yell and scream back into morning hours.
Once more aware of their words,
"Just hold still, Little One.
It's only because we love you."

With my lungs so full of the memory,
I dare not even whisper.
Is there actually an echo in the room,
Or have I lost my voice?
In order to get on with things,
I must accept they no longer hear me.
To finally love myself
Becomes the ultimate choice.
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