were my possibilities
there was no dividing line
life was, what it was
blind happiness
in a state of sleep
as I crawled, walked
and ran through life
the strides I made
some say I was a success
I succeeded
to have three baby daddies
and three children
whom I may have failed
though I was respected
among co-workers
and peers
I enabled his addiction
while I searched for my happiness
mommy overprotective me
daddy left and never looked back
he took my hand and stole my virginity
a nymphomaniac I became
addicted to touch
I wrote the words
I felt the pain and
cried the tears
never knowing who I was
stumbling through darkness
while the sun shone on me
placing blame everywhere
except for where blame belonged
I was too light
my hair too soft
my face too pretty
hated by women
lusted by boys
the pedophiles I knew
kept secrets in the open
no one told me
I didn’t hear
when I should have listened
lungs full of holes
a heart lacking oxygen
joints swollen
aches fueling my fatigue
living the short life
missing teeth
overweight
graceful and elegant I’m not
I was what I’ll never be again
regrets gather like ocean tears
a wall I build
where I hide
forgotten
– Kimberly Wilhelmina Floria
© 2015, poem, Kimberly Wilhelmina Floria, All rights reserved; photograph courtesy of George Hoden, Public Domain Pictures.net
Thanks again, Kimberly, for sharing this with us today.
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So powerful, so painful. Thank you for sharing.
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