I had put a child to sleep
a voiceless tortured child
and very wounded too
I felt I was doing a good thing
I had put this child to sleep
to put her mind at ease
This child had been put
through so much
pain too much to bear
I didn’t cradle this child
I didn’t hold this child
I just let this child fall to sleep
No blankie to hold
no teddy to hug
this child was on her own
Like a negligent mother
I threw her in a room
and slammed the door shut
Sleep now I’m too busy
I was too busy for her now
I had a life to live now
I’m the child I speak of
the child is my pain I speak of
all tucked away from me
That pain was never cared for
never nurtured or caressed
still left and abandoned
Success shows how much
I have healed on the outside
but what about the inside
Can I Be Amazing After 50? 
i wanted you to see this si i copied it here as well. i was deeply touched by your comments you left me.So, here it is,,,
Awe sweetie. Tears. Please feel free to e mail me anytime. I am thrilled you found me. Honored to soothe your soul. Your comments are so touching. Please visit often. i will talk/write with you and listen, and share experiences,ideas,and fantasies anytime as i purely write from my heart. Don’t give up on yourself, or him. x
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thank you
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Extra special, near to my heart subject matter, which I also explore, my little girl inside. Jeanne Marie
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Yeah, she wakes up and throws a tantrum from time to time until you truly heal her ache and soothe her. Great piece!
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i forgot to pinky swear that things will get easier..x. Your writing is beautiful.
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Thank you all.
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Reblogged this on Women Who Think Too Much by Jeanne Marie.
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