Walking Thru Blades of Glass
By merebrockett
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White Walls Of Hope
The walls were white
sparkling in the bright sun
I peered over from my branch
into heaven
barbecue smells
radios blasting
armed women yelling
female prisoners waving
all for me
I can still feel the breeze
on my neck
as I greedily gulped down the sights
and smells
how i dreamed
of being safe
behind those white walls
the female inmates
had release dates
would be getting out
my life
no release date
it seemed
a life sentence
of torture, pain and suffering
no white walls to protect me
I built my own emotional walls
not white
but dark, thick, no light
hopefully indestructible
I survived
but did I
something died
something I will never get back
a large piece of me
was forever altered
I will never know
what
exactly
was taken
from me
I still dream of white, glistening walls.
Walking Thru Blades of Glass
Chapter 1
I came up with the title of this book because it is how I felt growing up. Everything and everybody in my life when I was a child was scary and not to be trusted. Any type of physical contact was bad. There was no healthy hugging or affection in my home. If someone was touching me it was either physical or sexual abuse.
My father was an extremely violent man and my mother was diagnosed a paranoid schizophrenic with homicidal tendencies. My mother spent most of her life in a mental institution but my father would get her out, from time to time, and she would come home. He would leave us with her. My two older brothers, one younger sister and me. We were told by him to never eat anything she cooked and to watch out if she began to change. She would have a type of seizure and then would be raging and very dangerous.
Chapter 2
Mother
Chapter 3
Father
Chapter 4
Prison
Chapter 5
Alcoholism
Chapter 6
Relationships
Chapter 7
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