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Date Posted: 19:19:42 07/10/02 Wed
Author: Leisa*)
Author Host/IP: ACA4FFC6.ipt.aol.com / 172.164.255.198
Subject: Someone Hears But Never Heals {3}

Someone Hears But Never Heals
Part Three

Morning turned slowly
into days.
There were moments
of pure numb,
sleepless nights,
no meals, only coffee and cigarettes
on a cold, wet gazebo.
We'd stand, sit, pace,
talk and watch the people
come and go, watch the ambulance's
bring in the nearly dead,
my sisters and I.

There were Starbucks stops
on the way to the hospital.
Sisters catching up
recalling memories,
cleaning distorted ones
and letting others go.

It was always about
letting someone go
in our lives.
Men didn't fare well
in our family.

Through tragic tears
we grew closer that winter,
my sisters and I.

All the while life at home
turned for the worse.
There were times I blocked.
There are times I still can't remember
unless I read the journals.
I do remember coming home a few days
after the accident, after sleeping
on hard cold cement floors,
being hit hard.

Crying and grieving weren't allowed.

Life became a balancing act
between children, work,
a brother in and out of hospitals,
brain surgeries, daily seizures.
and
being beat by a drug addicted spouse.

I kept so much in, cleaned up messes
and broken porcelain he threw at will
or on a whim.
I became bodyguard to my children
more often than their mother.

Spring was on the horizon
and I could feel
a shift in the cold East Texas wind.

Leisa*)
07.10.02

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Replies:

Re: Someone Hears But Never Heals {3} -- Rahaela, 15:33:36 07/12/02 Fri
- Re: Someone Hears But Never Heals {3} -- Leisa*), 19:46:49 07/12/02 Fri
  - Re: Someone Hears But Never Heals {3} -- Raphaela, 02:56:11 07/13/02 Sat
- Re: Someone Hears But Never Heals {3} -- SandDollar, 21:04:46 07/12/02 Fri