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Wednesday, January 8, 2014

The Night I Died

The Night I Died

I came to you on a winter day,
Clean, my soul unmarred,
Wanting only to be nurtured,
To be held,
To be loved.

I grew as did my love for you:
My parents;
My protectors;
My shields,
Against danger.

How was I to know
That you were the ones
Who I should fear?
Silence became
My best friend.

Curled into a ball
In a closet corner,
I wept,
I yearned,
I died.

Now I mourn
The death of me
The death of the woman
I might have been –
She died.

© 2013 Debra Shiveley Welch

Excerpt from my upcoming anthology, Swinging Bridge, soon to be published through Saga Books.  http://www.SagaBooks.net.

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