ancestral pain – just another girl

the pain
runs deep
it lives in dreams
& broken sleep
endless scraps of
Sunday school dresses
smell of burning flesh
& scorched tresses

the pain
it creeps
unbidden
she weeps
signs that point
to a crowded back
unfair laws
promoting endless lack

that pain
she tries to hide
needing
just one peaceful day
but that pain
is relentless
it never quite
goes away

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Published by grumpygorman

I am a Social Worker by day and an artist/writer by night. I use the written word in an attempt to make sense of the secret worlds and dysfunctional dynamics that lurk beneath the facades of our daily interactions. I am not sure how my writing styles are characterized, nor am I overly concerned about it. I am immensely enthusiastic about music and often connect better with songs than I do people. I also have an intense appreciation for quality wines and whiskies, frequently consuming them in excess. I like things that smell good and struggle to manage the symptoms of a life-long relationship with depression. So, why "grumpygorman"? Spend some time here and find out...

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