Trespasser I watch the sliver of light beneath my door wait for familiar shadows to cross my threshold. I longed to be the favored child, to be embraced by your love. Writing these poems, is my way of venting anger and pain. It has taken many years to be able to reach those buried feelings and share them with other survivors. It is my hope that by reading my poetry you will find the courage to share your own feelings and thus, release some of the poison that keeps you from being the person you were meant to be.
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Your writing is incredible. Susan, what a fantastic article. It touched my heart and made the tears flow. Hi Susan, You are courageous. This article and the poetry is poignant.