The truth burns inside me
As though it were lies
That’s the thing about abuse
It has its own life
Your life
Is its life
But no one sees it
Save you
And you walk about
All normal
Something random happens
A child cries
A song plays
Someone touches you
Just so
And the cells of your body cringe
Or quail
Or cower quietly
As you dissolve inside
Your hidden truth
But only to you
Wondering where does your truth lie
When you’ve been told your truth is lies

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Victoria Pendragon's poems were first published in the 1960s by Ingenue Magazine. She was raised in a house where words were treasured toys, where the 10-pound Webster's Unabridged sat right next to the dinner table and was as much a member of the family as anyone. Weaving words is one of her Wisdom Ways, a tool for re-crafting her relationship to her reality, a reality that has at times been...challenging. Poems are the foundation of her life as an artist. Contact her at Visit, or



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