My tears still roll like an endless river
amazed by the intensity and speed of this flow
the surreal feel of it all
I walk to the mirror and gaze at the foreign reflection
A warm waterfall cascades down her face...my face
Dark shadows encircle the eyes and the color blue now gray
You look familiar to me - come to me be one with me - I will hold you
And the tears continue to fall
She has aged and the tears no longer taste like salt or bitter gall
But fear still lives here
Tears still surface and in torrents fall
when evil thrusts its tearing claws...
Deeply touched by Tenna Perry's "The Immortal." The above was, quite literally, my reaction to it and the circumstances I now find myself in. If I may, briefly and succintly as possible give a little background. I was hospitalized at age 13 for severe depression with psychotic features. (Misdiagnosed of course). I met my first "boyfriend" there. It was a short lived romance that ended in date rape. I have not seen nor had any relationship with this person since age 14. Out of the blue 9 months ago he gives me a call. I was polite of course. The next time he called I was polite but assertive and told him not to call again. More calls...with one sided conversations left on my answering machine. The last few calls have nothing but a song being played over and over. I was raped to the music of this song. I am doing what I need do to protect myself but the harrassment has stirred up all the old feelings again.......I did enjoy this poem Tenna and it provided me an outlet. I needed to cry. I will continue to read the other contributions but for now, I really need sleep. God Bless and thanks for allowing me to ramble..
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