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invisible heartbeat
July 2009 
Ode to Childhood
Posted on Apr 14th, 2009
by 
Julie
Julie
Standing
watching him beat her
stripped
of childhood innocence
moving
making decisions
knowing life
in the midst of death
seeing his fist
STOP
in midair
I was there.
The power of prayer
filled the air
opening a door into dimensions
usually unseen
except in dreams,
but I was awake
Oh, so awake
it hurt
traumatized by conflict
moving mountains
It wouldn’t stop
I had to go away
then the door opened
I walked into eternity
I looked upon them
still battling
I was them
they were me
I knew - oh, how I knew
I would return
though a child
an old soul
awake at seven
it’s called the age of reason
what I beheld
was so unreasonable
was so sorrowful
a father beating a mother
O God, let me live
let me see
so I may be
differently.
watching him beat her
stripped
of childhood innocence
moving
making decisions
knowing life
in the midst of death
seeing his fist
STOP
in midair
I was there.
The power of prayer
filled the air
opening a door into dimensions
usually unseen
except in dreams,
but I was awake
Oh, so awake
it hurt
traumatized by conflict
moving mountains
It wouldn’t stop
I had to go away
then the door opened
I walked into eternity
I looked upon them
still battling
I was them
they were me
I knew - oh, how I knew
I would return
though a child
an old soul
awake at seven
it’s called the age of reason
what I beheld
was so unreasonable
was so sorrowful
a father beating a mother
O God, let me live
let me see
so I may be
differently.
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