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His eyes burned through mine
And I trembled.
I was no match
For a grown man.
Whatever my actions called for less
Consequence that this.
I sat in my room crying and healing and
Dreaming of one day’s revenge.
Praying I’d grow strong enough
To give it back to him.

I lifted and fought
Grew stronger and tougher.
Waiting for my chance.
When I grew strong enough
To take him down
I had also grown wise enough
To look him in his eyes
And see the fire was gone.
I shook his hand instead.

2006-12-19 01:36:24 · 1 answers · asked by Anonymous in Arts & Humanities Books & Authors

Thank you for the kind words! It's encouraging to know someone enjoyed the product of my first night of writing poetry.
The 36:36 thing doesn't refer to a Bible verse, but to the time she was gone in hours and minutes.
Please email me at prestongoodman@yahoo.com if you'd like to discuss it further.

2006-12-19 18:44:06 · update #1

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This is really quite good - more than good, actually. You've packed a lot into 19 lines, a whole individual's history of abuse, of both getting older and of growing up - growing up in the sense of putting aside childish reactions and reaching maturity.
Keep writing - you have the gift.

P.S. I just looked at two other poems you posted. They only confirmed my opinion, stated above.

Question - is this line, from Her Scent, correct?

"But the scent was none new to my senses."

Another question - does the title 36:26 refer to a chapter/verse in the Bible, Ezekiel, maybe?

2006-12-19 01:43:07 · answer #1 · answered by johnslat 7 · 0 0

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