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Date Posted: 15:33:36 07/12/02 Fri
Author: Rahaela
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Subject: Re: Someone Hears But Never Heals {3}
In reply to: Leisa*) 's message, "Someone Hears But Never Heals {3}" on 19:19:42 07/10/02 Wed

I wanted to wait to read this series until I could read them one after the other, I am glad I did. Strong, moving poem, which conveys emotion and shows a hidden strength. I particularly liked the last stanza.

I still think this would work well in prose - a biographical style but with the poetic licence.

Hope all is well with your family now and the pain has healed somewhat.

Raphaela

>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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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