I'm here again, <br />but I am not afraid, <br />not any more. <br />This place <br />lets the fear rest <br />and the place no longer screams <br />but whispers <br />in these green-black trees, <br />and I feel almost safe <br />in this cool embrace <br />of strength and air. <br />The fear is gone <br />but the memory remains. <br />Why did he touch me like that? <br />I was so young- <br />did he forget? <br />Why? Why? <br />And he is gone- <br />dust again. <br />I am beginning <br />to hate that corpse. <br />As the brook laughs <br />perhaps at this memory, <br />I remember <br />that I shall never forget. <br /> <br />written 6.16.o5<br /><br />Rebekah Gamble<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/memory-62/
