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On a morning in the winter of her eleventh year,
so close, she, an anguished secret held;
the deliverance from closeted betrayals, she prayed
would not dissipate as did silent tears that fell.

What games were played that she could not reveal,
had abandoned her in that darkening vault
and the invasions, scrubbed raw, no wash could clean.
Thereby, with his partaking, such evils were done,
that a soul so tender was all but destroyed.

The breaking left no choice, but to live or die,
so at last, she cried out for God's sweet grace
and broke the promises innocence made;

an ultimate leap of faith.


"I place these moments in my pocket
to be pulled
at the rush of noon,
the crush of three...
when tears come,
when words must learn to be enough..." MKL

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The following comments are for "Broken Promises"
by Serenem

Broken Promises
The way you avoided mentioning what exactly happened is like sharing with the girl's remorse here. This is a heart-wrenching piece and I don't know, even the last lines didn't help me ease the pain I felt for the girl. I love your writing very much Melinda. Especially this one.

( Posted by: peterpaulino [Member] On: July 23, 2004 )

Promises broken

Some promises shouldn't be asked for, let alone kept and sometimes we have to wade through pain before healing can begin...
This was a difficult one to write, Peter, thank you for your commiseration and kindness.

~soft smile~


( Posted by: Serenem [Member] On: July 23, 2004 )

Okay, Windchime

Now you've gone and made me cry. That's probably one the best things anyone's ever said about a poem of mine.

Thank you, thank you...


( Posted by: Serenem [Member] On: July 23, 2004 )

Sad and nice
Yes, I had to reread this. It's full of pathos, and the last linebreak has a great effect.. Feels like saying "Won't somebody save her?"

( Posted by: DrKilldare [Member] On: July 23, 2004 )

Serenem, your words keep pulling me in. I can feel the pain, and see why this would be difficult for you to write. Speaking of "kindred spirits", I am currently working on a piece with a similar subject as this (having a bit of a problem working out the kinks). As for what windchime said, she couldn't be more right ;)
it is a pleasure to read you.

( Posted by: Reba [Member] On: July 23, 2004 )

i promise
sorry, melinda, if you want, just say the word and i will wring the bastard's sorry neck. (i don't mean metaphorically either.) charlie.

( Posted by: williamhill [Member] On: July 23, 2004 )

we move on... note to willhill
I apologize for the horrible length of time it has taken for me to respond to all your wonderful, supportive replies to this poem.

You guys are simply amazing...

And charlie, your 'offer' brought me to tears... seriously. I might've even taken you up on it, but he's twenty years dead and gone. And... I've learned to move on, to dwell on it would only serve to continue his hold on me.

If I could, though, I would give you a grateful hug and a kiss on the cheek, dear man...

Thank you. Sincerely.


( Posted by: Serenem [Member] On: August 7, 2004 )

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