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As The Smoke Rises Over The Dream - I'm Still Guilty.
Today's prompt for BCOF is I remember mother.
I don't like to talk about my mother. I don't like to think about my mother. She thought she was the perfect mother. Most people that new her thought she was a perfect mother. Mental abuse is in the mind of the abused. It makes no difference what others think. The abused suffers just as much as his mind tells him to. Sometimes the guilt associated with the thoughts can be as bad as the abuse itself. I'll just post something from my port which describes some of my early feelings.
'The Smoke In The Dream Now Rises' Hawaiian Proverb
My life is a dream.
The dream of life is my life.
The nightmares come and go.
Often when the smoke of night clears,
the dream of day becomes bright.
The smoke rises to become a cloud of peace,
over the volcano of night.
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