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Tired of Hiding
She had
always hid from
painful mem’ries
haunting her todays
and she had
run a million
miles inside her
head to keep away
the
awful looming
pall of voices
shouting on the
other side of
walls within the
confines of a
home that felt un
safe
She’d
found her ways from
sadness in the
stories she could
run to with their
worlds where people
talking
sharing
laughing
built a place
where
loving mothers
fathers held
their smiling
little children
where
no bruises and no
secrets must be
hidden from the
world
Where no
fathers touched their
daughters in the
ways no father
should have and no
secrets must be
hidden and she
wouldn’t have a
need to hide
away
jle2018
Julie, this is a beautiful poem and it touches my heart.
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Reading was such a haven for me too.
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A safe place, right?
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Yes! Reading was a safe place xo
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