Debra Reay
Nov 14, 2021

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Day dreamer

She sits silenced

By the pelting

Of a locked door

Tremor and terror

Abruptly take her

Into her own world

As she zoned out

Dreaming of niceties

Of love she craved

That of a family

To adore and

Who would adore her

Not holidays or gifts

Or of material things

But of a feeling

Like a comfort blanket

A safeness she could

Call her own

Warm beds

Food to eat

And the feelings

Of togetherness

And to live

Without fear

While making memories

Instead…

She remembers nightmares

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Zoned out

Even now, year’s later I still drift into my own little world.

Wishing for different but while I wish things were different or wishing I had a loving family. I also think of my children, how lucky I am to love and be loved, unconditionally!!

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Debra Reay
Debra Reay

Written by Debra Reay

Writer, Poet and survivor of childhood abuse! Author of poem's~A Child Unloved, Soul Destroyed and more recently, The little girl in yellow bows.

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