In hiding

In hiding

No one can hurt me again

Like I was hurt before

You will never know

Can never imagine in your darkest dreams

The pain I carry

From what was done to me

Its something dark and hard

That almost buries me

But in time I will rise again

This I know

The pain isn’t the whole of me

It is what was done to me so long ago

If you cant show empathy or understanding

Back off

For I have bled inside

For so long from deep wounds

And those wounds need all the care

And love possible

In order to heal

(For Summer)

Published by: emergingfromthedarknight

"The religious naturalist is provisioned with tales of natural emergence that are, to my mind, far more magical than traditional miracles. Emergence is inherent in everything that is alive, allowing our yearning for supernatural miracles to be subsumed by our joy in the countless miracles that surround us." Ursula Goodenough How to describe oneself? People are a mystery and there is so much more to us than just our particular experiences or occupations. I could write down a list of attributes and they still might not paint a complete picture pf Deborah Louise and in any case it would not be the full truth of me. I would say that my purpose here on Wordpress is to express some of my random experiences, thoughts and feelings, to share about my particular journey and explore some subjects dear to my heart, such as emotional recovery, healing and astrology while posting up some of the prose/poems which are an outgrowth of my labours with life, love and relationships. If anything I write touches you I would be so pleased to hear for the purpose of reaching out and expressung ourselves is hopefully to connect with each other and find where our souls meet.

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3 thoughts on “In hiding”

  1. Aww gorgeous! What a beautiful surprise and beautiful words xxxxx sorry I’ve only just seen this. I’ll reblog πŸ˜ŠπŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’β€

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  2. Reblogged this on SUMMER STARTS TO SHINE and commented:
    I came across this poem that had been written for me by a special friend πŸ’ Deborah is a survivor like me, and a very special soul. People like this are rare to come by….Thanks Deborah ❀❀❀


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