The Way Home

The Way Home

A Poem by Lynn Mariposa
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Love, Loss, Faith, Homelessness, Abuse: An Experimental Poem

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You kneel closer to listen

I step back, betrayed by those who pretend to listen

My story I cannot tell

 

Angry words slamming against my cheek

Was it love or rage that hammered into my body, crushing my cheek?

Into the deepest darkness I fell

 

Behind my smile, hidden bruises

I remain distant, to prevent the forming of new bruises

I fear that I shall remain unwell

 

I am alive but perhaps a little complicated

You understand, a kaleidoscope is beautiful yet complicated

Though I want to take Your hand, the fear I cannot quell

 

Violence has struck, leaving me vulnerable and without home

I stumble into an unknown chapel, having found my way home

As if guided, my feet turn towards the sound of a ringing bell

 

Darkened cathedral, alit by the Cross

At Your feet, I surrender, bowing beneath the Cross

To the greatest love, that has numbered every heart, and stray seashell.

 

 

© 2008 Lynn Mariposa


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Reading your poem brings back many memories of my childhood and the tears, which are now, masked by time. Ready to runaway to somewhere else. Thank you for sharing this very personal poem with us.

Posted 10 Years Ago


The poem was well written. I think that you captured your feelings of a abusive relationship, not wanting the abuse, dwelling on the abuse, then eventually finding your way out of the situation. I think that this is a great read; something that definitely should be read or used as an inspiration for women who are suffering or have suffered the monstrosities of domestic violence. I enjoyed it.

I also have a poem about domestic violece called Apologies...Tell me what you think...

Great Read! ;)

Posted 11 Years Ago


intense! beautiful!

Posted 11 Years Ago



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Added on February 24, 2008

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Lynn Mariposa
Lynn Mariposa

Not Forsaken, MN



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I immerse myself into the Void; there my brittle bones give way to primal forces of creation. There I become a dancer, a lover, a villian, a raving lunatic, a thief, an innocent...reborn again and a.. more..

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