Epiphany: A Collection of Poetry

Warning: Most of these works contain references to sexual abuse or death, etc.. If this bothers you, leave now.

Blade

Maxine Durchova

The blade glides across my skin,

I think of all that has been,

It’s silvery twinkle belying my fears,

The crimson trail, joining my tears,

Silver and red,

Desperate to be fed,

My pain is yours, but times four,

Look, but don’t flinch at the gore,

This is what happens when you come to my door.

Epiphany

Maxine Durchova

As the darkness falls, evil surrounds, taking my life away.

It steals my soul, It closes my eyes, my breath turns to ice.

I cannot keep you at bay.

Time and time again, I pray, I plead, I scream.

Time and time again, all fail, go unheard, fade silently into the night.

The blackness of despair fills my soul.

Please, let the time of my death, midnight, toll.

You, A trusted one, evil, underneath gentle exterior,

Have proven yourself to be inferior.

Pain, blinding, lying, binding,

I bring the gun to my head.

The trigger un-pulled, a tragedy stopped,

Another fateful day.

I realize, I am strong,

I have been wronged,

And you shall never control me.

I turn my face to God, tears in my eyes,

The true savior in my life.

Again, I pray, I plead, I scream.

I cannot keep Him at bay.

I receive my soul, I open my eyes, And I embrace the light.

From the point of view of a WWII Jewish captive:

Liberation

Maxine Durchova

They say this pain will end,

These tears stop, the blood stop flowing.

I haven’t saw it yet, and seeing is believing.

They say this war will end, we will be free,

Tea, coffee, butter, will fill our stomachs,

But that I have yet to see.

They say that the smoke will stop billowing, my hair grow,

My bones stop showing,

But if I had a mirror, that’s not what I would see.

Tell me, Lord, how much stronger can we be?

Paths

Maxine Durchova

Your touch shapes me, teaches me,

And chooses my path.

Artist of evil,

You make me what I am.

Until one day,

I rebel, and I tell.

I turn my back, I break your mold.

I walk down my own road.

Innocence

Maxine Durchova

Do you know what you did?

I was only a kid!

Innocent in all ways

Until that day when you ripped it away.

Childhood vanished,

Memories banished,

Overtaken by horror

The shields of my childhood fell.

Life suddenly was hell.

Games un-played, Friends unmet

Memories unmade, Tears unshed.

One little girls imagination, unfed.

I had to grow up, I couldn’t tell.

Worries, responsibilities,

an adult world crashed down.

It was a new terrifying dawn of a world

without innocence.

The Real Me

Maxine Durchova

The real me

I hide away,

Unable to face the day.

Who is this girl inside,

I cant remember now

She’s been hiding for so long

She never comes out

I don’t like this fake,

This mask of a soldier,

Never hurt, never cry,

Please just let her die.

Someone tell me now,

Can I get the real me back?

If so how?