November's Tears
A Poem by therisa
My darkest month. 
A bridge of "no return" Has been crossed Whether knowing Or not By me. As I am forced To face my daemons Once more. A yearly battle Which I dread With all of my heart. Reliving pivotal moments That radically changed Everything for me Within a thirty day period We call a month. In the way I view the world Including My outlook On life. Starting Forty years ago With electrical burns To my mouth. Marking my entry Into the world Of traumatic flashbacks And humanity's cruelty To anyone Who's different. Another major event Is my inability To properly mourn My dad's death In 1998. Forced by circumstances Into the stoic child role Standing by Her grieving mom. As the family await My missing brother appearance For not. Realizing My true self While filling My dad's role For mom. Crystallizing On a 2005 graveside visit As the floodgates opened up And tears of sorrow and rejoin Flowed openly. Never realizing I would be opening A door of pain and sorrow By facing my true self. Starting The needed healing process After a lifetime of abuse And self-denial. By breaking off All contact With my abusive family. Opening up At the very beginning With the help Of some very special people In my life. As the Transcommunity mourns Those sisters and brothers Who have left This mortal coil By their or other's hand. Realizing How close I have come In becoming Another name On that list.
© 2014 therisa
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Therisa, this was so sad and heart wrenching. We all have times of the year that we dread, but I see below, this time has passed for you on the 20th, so you made it through another.
Posted 11 Years Ago
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11 Years Ago
Thank you, Will. Just 6 more days, until it's December.
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11 Years Ago
It won't be long now
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11 Years Ago
Thank you, Icelandicblue. So do I.
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11 Years Ago
Thank you, Julie. From November 11 to 20, are the hardest days, for me, for various reasons. Can rem.. read moreThank you, Julie. From November 11 to 20, are the hardest days, for me, for various reasons. Can remember my dad, feeling it was his duty to honour those, who fallen, in duty, for Canada, to be presence, at every Remembrance Day. As it was Canadian soldiers, who liberated The Nederlands, when he was 8 years old.
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11 Years Ago
Thank you, Momzilla. When I started this journey, I never realize, how much my life would be changin.. read moreThank you, Momzilla. When I started this journey, I never realize, how much my life would be changing, or the speed of this change, I would be experiencing.
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11 Years Ago
Life change has always seemed to come in flood. Days and pain trickle by, then whoosh! Everything ch.. read moreLife change has always seemed to come in flood. Days and pain trickle by, then whoosh! Everything changes all at once.
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11 Years Ago
Some days, I want a handbrake to slow the change down, and others, hit the gas, to increase the chan.. read moreSome days, I want a handbrake to slow the change down, and others, hit the gas, to increase the change.
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11 Years Ago
IKWYM -- the changes are like that. The key is, you control it now.
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11 Years Ago
Something, I need to remind myself, once in awhile.
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Added on November 3, 2014
Last Updated on November 4, 2014
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therisaOntario, Canada
About
A pre-op transwoman, writing about my experiences, using free verse. Been told my poems are very emotional and personal, almost like a diary entry in verse.
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