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might

a grumbling wind

once sanctioned by fear

picks up her switch of impatience

and angrier than spit

hurls it at yesterday's foolish head

don't look back

the silent screams proclaim

shame shivers in her towel-less shed

a virtual stranger to truth

bewildered in such deep closets of blame

mercury spirals

strangled yet gasping by her shadows of loss

fearing the leak

the tunnel beckons the numbness to return

to the safety of ignorance's bliss

time makes no sense at all

only the troops

own a collective knowledge

to unlock the demons within

and talk every last one out into

freedom's light

Trudi to this point

has no idea

who she is

and what has been done

only that she has to fix

all those things within

that were broken to bits

in the lurking shadows

of her abused child's mind

Melissa

(written march 28,2004)