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I wrote this in 2003 for a therapy session.
SHAME
Hurt, confusion, anger!
Tears burning my flesh!
The searing, salty splash of them streaming steadily, silently.
Remembering with shame.
WHAT?
Remembering a childhood,
Taken away by children.
Touching, tantalizing, teasing, telling me it’s okay…
It’s our special secret.
LATER…
Anticipating, glancing, flirting!
Did I catch his eye? ******Edited Out******
Wishing, waiting, wanting, NO, WAIT!…WICKED!!!
A sinner doomed for Hell!
NOW…
Therapy and more therapy,
Dredging up the past.
Vile, venomous, vicious, visceral thoughts
As vomit rises from my belly.
Hurt, confusion, anger!
Tears burning my flesh!
The searing, salty splash of them streaming steadily, silently.
Remembering with shame.
Searching for peace…
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"As I sit on the balcony, a large flock of birds, maybe fifty or sixty swallows swirl around in large circles swishing past my observation post, sometimes in silence, more often with a terrible shrieking. They are like the many thoughts that go swirling around in my head, sometimes making an awful racket..."
--Basil Pennington
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