UNCONQUERED GUILT
She wearily stumbles on past
Blinded as survival fogs her path.
Her broken soul aching to reach
Beyond this endless haze,
Desperate to free
What she can no longer see.
Burning with pain
Her aimless arms reaching,
Pulling together strength enough
For one last try.
Fear takes over, for at last
She has felt beyond her gaze,
Fallen into a piece of past.
Even as a small hand clings to her own
Ever so quickly fear becomes shame
As the soft little hand slips from her hold,
Letting smoke turn to roaring flame, and
Still, the shadowed room remains so cold.
As her worn body falls
With unexpected relief
She gives in to the memory
Lies down with the unconquered grief.
One last tear streaks her face
As a terrible blackness drags
Her broken soul to another time,
Another place. A woman-child,
An abusive man, three years dead
Who lives on in nightmares,
That dance through their heads
A little boy, his crying face,
Another time, another place.
Jodie Lynne, 1994
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Women Who Think Too Much by Jeanne Marie 
“Lies down with unconquered grief” she sure can articulate like her mother what’s going on. The fear I think is what gets her every time. Facing those giants that after the years because a 9 foot Goliath and almost insurmountable odds of success makes her want to run. I see that. I don’t blame her not one bit. Who hasn’t fun from their fears. My heart goes out to the sweet baby girl. I love her and her momma! You are awesome! I hope you know what! ❤
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She wrote this in 1994. So sad she is stil standing in unconquered guilt. I love her honesty.
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Me too. She’s so aware where she is in all aspects of her life.
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