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A Refuge for Victims of Domestic Violence
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ISBN: 1-58851-855-8
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Samples of the poetry in Refuge
written by Debra Thompson
Black
Why is it,
that once you have
visited upon my soul
the violence,
the absolute hate,
the unrelenting misery
of your own soul,
I am piteously unable
to return
to life?
I stumble for days
lost in a fog
unable to regain
my balance
I retreat into my world
a place of dreams,
of lightness
awaiting your signal
that it is safe to
venture out
You lay your cloak
about my shoulders
and I kneel beneath the weight
for I am not you
yet I cannot throw it off
Why does it leave me
so tired,
so fatigued that I
am unable to be
what I was before?
Why does it leave me
so raw, so bloody that I
am unable to be touched?
Why does it leave me
so forlorn,
that I am unable to flee?
****
Glimpses
The wind
that snatches
my breath away,
on a
fickle day,
might turn
and force
my soul
back inside,
myself to hide
my eyes to burn.
****
All the More
You are more myself than I,
and I am more in you.
One soul born to breathe and sigh
from those begun as two.
Well I’d be if you remained,
though all was lost to me.
But if all remained and you were lost,
I would cease to be.
****
Wide Awake Again
Like a sacrificial mouse
wandering senseless in a maze
I’ve been walking in my sleep again
in an ever deepening haze
Looking hard to find the way out,
though it’s a way that’s hard to find
For repetition breeds paralysis
in an isolated mind
Like a translucent butterfly
climbing high in rainbow skies
I’ve been dreaming wide-awake again
lost in wistful sighs
Reaching for illusions once seen,
though all seem lost to me
for whatever has always been,
is all that will ever be.
****
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Fat Feast
You peel my skin
from my bones
picking
me
apart,
bleeding
me
as you go
greedily
you devour
my flesh
then use
my bones
to pick clean
your teeth,
grinning
wickedly,
the
juice
from my flesh
dripping
from your lips
sneering in
delight
at the scene,
this carcass
lying
stripped
before you.
****
Maybe Then…
I carry your bags
and I wear your clothes
I see through your eyes
breathe through your nose
Then you can accept me,
but only then ----
If I walk in your shoes
one step behind
following the lead
of your superior mind
I sleep in my box
and I walk in my yard
I play by your rules
so it isn’t too hard
But you don’t accept me,
not even then ----
You divide me and label me
to conquer my soul
You know all I’ve been thinking
or so I’ve been told
You know who I am,
how I feel, what I think
If you could see it through my eyes
you’d see a soul on the brink
of accepting who I am,
but what then ----
You give me no credit,
no respect am I due
All I’ve been given,
I owe it all to you
You point an accusing finger
then push me down
Like the omnipresent bully
on every neighborhood playground
If I’d accept the blame
you’d be happy then,
maybe then ----
****
Unseen
Not so quiet
desperation
loudly echoes rage
I seek refuge
in these words,
you sigh and turn the page.
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