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    dots Submission Name: Pillow of Feardots
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    Author: Desi
    Elite Ratio:    3.88 - 210/151/34
    Words: 93
    Class/Type: Misc/Misc
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    Description:
       I wrote this as a healing, it came to me while waiting for my daughter, in a car. wrote it on an envelope, had no other paper.. not sure why it just flowed out of me.. The child under the pillow was me. Wanted to post it again for all the people who grew up in this same kind of situation.. Desi..


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    Pillow of Fear
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    Just a kid growing up,
    house, white picket fence,
    neighbors all about.

    No one hears,
    the cries and screams
    then muted sounds of a
    battered mother's
    pain?

    Someone does,
    from under a pillow
    muffled sounds
    of a child weeping
    and afraid.

    Wanting to help,
    to make it stop.
    Frozen in time,
    not wanting to hear,
    my dear Mother's tears.

    I lay under my pillow
    of fear.













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      That's what I would when my Mother used to hit head on the wall at night. It reminded me and took me in the same place where it used to happen, and I confronted my fears in the flashback, and talked to her about why she would do that. I love this piece short but strong behind its meaning. Keep them coming!

    Marco
    | Posted on 2012-03-18 00:00:00 | by Latin King | [ Reply to This ]
      Very expressive... pillow is usually a comfort provider. your sleepless and restless painful nights get assimilated in one innocent sounding metaphor--- pillow of fear. Very nice!!!
    | Posted on 2011-02-21 00:00:00 | by ShiveringFire | [ Reply to This ]
      hi i can relate to this poem my younger years grew up like this from alot of abuse
    this will hit home for alot of people
    a short but very powerful piece

    well done

    sandman
    | Posted on 2011-01-12 00:00:00 | by sandman | [ Reply to This ]
      what better way to express pain than writing. I love the sentimental idea of a picket fence. I can't think of anything more magical and lovely by a garden or surrounding where we live.

    It's sad to think what is behind all of this seemingly nice landscape. A mother that's hurt and in pain. I couldn't imagine what it mustve been like. Beautiful poem nonetheless.
    | Posted on 2011-01-06 00:00:00 | by no name yet | [ Reply to This ]
      i am so very sorry that you have gone through this, but looking at your work it seems like you are a very strong woman, i hope that everyone who reads this who has gone through what you have can start to heal. thank you for sharing this with us.
    | Posted on 2011-01-06 00:00:00 | by scardnscared | [ Reply to This ]
      This is tragic and heartbreaking. Its vivid words allow the reader to put themselves in the place of the child with great empathy. Makes one realize also that the tragedy of spousal abuse extends beyond the battered spouse and hurts others as well.

    Nice work!
    | Posted on 2011-01-06 00:00:00 | by Ron Cole | [ Reply to This ]


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