Memories of Snow

Vuja De

Vuja De1

I saw you,
as if for the first time,
through new eyes;
my vision clear and fresh,
verdant reality juxtapositioned
against the barren illusions
you attempted
to burn into my soul.

A new image of myself,
empowers me
to push beyond the walls of fear,
constructed to imprison the child raped
by your thirst for dominance.

I am becoming
the woman you never meant me
to grow into.

Poet's Note: ▼

I wrote this in August of 2007. It is another way of dealing with the molestation of J.S. when I was a preteen and teenager.

Footnotes
1  This is "something familiar viewed with a fresh view" https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vuja_De.