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What you did.
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It seems I’ve been running, running all my life
Only slowing occasionally to catch my breath or glimpse the world’s beauty
Daily I press onward, setting new goals and chasing after new deadlines
Moving forward without reflection.
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I guess I had never really set time aside for recollection.
That is until that day…
T h a t day…
T H A T DAY …
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It was that day I realized just what had been taken from me
Those precious moments of my youth
A time for role models to help or develop a child or…
Break them?
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I wanted to reflect on those wonderful years. I really did!
I really did!
But somewhere in the middle of freeze tag, kick the can, and mud pies
There are times I don’t want to remember at all.
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My childhood, sealed and stored in a hazy fog
somewhere in the back of my brain.
Not because of what I’ve done, but because of what you did
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… And you know what you did.
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Carly Danyel. March 2020. All rights reserved.
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I am honored to have my dear Carly contribute a guest post on my site. This is being posted at dVerse Open Link Night hosted by Lillian. Here is the link.
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So glad to have Carly join us! This poem is chilling. That final statement carries carries so much weight….deeds unsaid in those words, but attributed to that one person the write is speaking to. Very powerful.
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Yes, I also really felt the weight in her poem, but also a certain lightness that comes with attribution and recognition, the last two lines are a Volta for me, a shift. I loved her poem. Recognizing and accountability can help to diffuse the weights we carry.
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I can’t imagine the horror of having your childhood stolen from you. Yet there is also a feeling that some barrier has been removed, that life can now really begin. I hope that is true. (K)
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Thanks. Carly say this true.
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Such an unwritten story lies beneath these words. A poignant write!
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Yes, This piece is beautifully done, I will tell her.
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Oh yes. The gaps. Mind them cautiously. Great poem.
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Thank you, I will tell her. 💕
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Wow–that last line! If I had just read that, it sounds like something from a horror/thriller novel, but in this context, someone who stole away Carly’s childhood, it’s still chilling, but in a different way. Yet–there’s also a sense of strength before that–the strength of a survivor. As Kerfe says, a barrier has been removed.
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There indeed is a tremendous strength in her poem and in her life. Thank you my friend, I will tell her.
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