Poem from a Survivor and a Hero
You taught me how to watch for shadows on the wall
How to listen to the door creak call
To close my eyes when your darkness falls
To lock eyes with one of my play damaged dolls
Become a burden to my own hearts tolls
And I should like to hate you
But your teachings lost their grainy grasp
The loudness of your lies faded to a rasp
Nightmares of choking dimmed now to a clasp
Mere mention of your name brings no silent gasp
Beginning to breath more steadily at last
And all I have left to give you
Is a confused puzzled look
For the paths our lives took
For the dreams you forsook
For the nights when you shook
For the me, you mistook
And, I have made it despite you
-“ALC”
NOTE: ALC, You are not only a survivor in every sense of the word, you are also one of my heroes. I am so proud of you. With Love, Nicole
