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Fragments
The glories of family -
Of shared memories,
Of childhood pleasures and pains.
The interwoven dancing dreams,
The love that must have been.
Thank God for photographs!
Proof
That for that instant at least
There was contact, love, sharing -
I was loved.
Or was I not?
Who knows?
Can photos lie?
I treasure my fragments of the past,
Components of the great jigsaw puzzle
Partially revealing
The big picture
Of my lost life -
My unremembered past.
Hi Tori,
Thanks for your comment. I am glad you could make a connections with my poem. I understand exactly what you are saying. Hang in there. There are times when physical pain and scarring are such a relief for all the inner pain. Stay with your abstinence as long as possible, for you are on the right track. You need to talk with someone who will let you release your pain verbally rather than in self-destruction. I happen to know that it helps to have someone loving and understanding. Even a compassionate outsider can help. Best wishes.
This is so true, I love to look over pictures. I like to look at ones of me with both my parents since I dont remember a time with all of us together. actually right now I'm not dealling so well with life. I've been trying (seriously)to stop cutting for a year now but it's harder than I thought it would be.