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A Thousand Years – #poetry #domestic #abuse

16 Monday Dec 2019

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She cries the tears
Of a thousand years
Unbeknownst,
To those around her.
Held in her heart,
Yet so far apart
Only anguish and sorrow
Surround her.

She can still feel the pain,
And then once again
It disappears,
As if it never happened.
But it returns soon enough,
And though she is tough,
Her heart remains
Broken and blackened.

Afraid of the day,
He comes back her way
She hides,
Where no one can find her.
Deep inside her own shell,
She’s living in hell,
And he’ll not be afraid
To remind her.

For once, they had loved,
Til he pushed and he shoved,
She could no longer
Keep it secluded.
The scars she now bore,
Her own personal war,
A soul stripped of life
And denuded.

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Fight Another Day – #poetry of #life struggles

09 Monday Dec 2019

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Exhausted, past the point of no return

Body aches and trembles, showing no concern

Everyday things, becoming cumbersome

By the end of the day, I’m nothing but numb

Pushing the limits, with no end in sight

Why is it, I never do, what it is that’s right?

Years of abuse, to myself, I have endured

Time and time again, my life, I have poured

Into an empty shell, trying to regain strength

Knowing in my heart, I would go to any length

To make myself better, than I was, yesterday

Trying to find the path, yet, still I go astray

Refusing to be defeated, by this human shell

Embattled, with the agony, of which, I never tell

Only I can resurrect the soul so deep inside

Else I’ll shrivel up, like a flower that has died

No, I’m not ready, not quite yet, to simply wilt away

I’ll be back tomorrow, just to fight another day!

 

©2019 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
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Ouch! – #poetry – #limerick – #MarchWriting

22 Friday Mar 2019

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There was a hygienist, named Ruth

Always found cavities like a sleuth!

But she never would numb

To the pain, you succumb

Evil grin, as she yanked out your tooth!

 

March Writing Prompts – The hipster hygienist – Day 22/31

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It Used to be Me – #poetry #pain

24 Saturday Nov 2018

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Why is it that the stars, can glow nightly?

But I easily burn out, exhausted, unsightly

My body dares me, to move about, quickly

Until the nerves become angered and prickly

Deciding I should, at last, just park it

Before something else, happens to spark it

Into a raging inferno, of liquid molten rock

When I look in the mirror, I see total shock

On a face I don’t recognize, how could it be

That the face in the mirror, used to be me

 

©2018 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
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Wayside ~ #poetry #depression

15 Monday Oct 2018

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Binding ties that grip the mind

Reality speaks, but so unkind

Fails to bring the healing vibe

Reminding me, things don’t jibe

Exhausted, as I trip and fall

No balance in this body, small

Wonder what it was I did not do

Always asking why, but never knew

Poisoned, I come down a notch

While others stop, and stare, and watch

As momentum drags me to my knees

Ugh! Dear God, I’m begging, please

Release my being, from this evil ride

That leaves me on the edge, wayside

 

Author’s note:  I am fine.  I wrote this because so many of my friends, as well as myself, are going through so many health issues, all of us, who grew up together.  You have to wonder….

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