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I dreamt
Of crimson tides
Waves
Crashing over me
One after another
Bathed in red
Crushed
Under their weight
And I swear
I couldn’t tell
If it felt more like
Love
Or something closer
To hate
Crimson Tides
10 Wednesday Dec 2014
Posted in Poetry
Wounded Memories 
Yes, the mind is dangerous, the chosen words here are significant , they trigger certain thoughts for me, the thought of blood yes but something else entirely also.
I’m sorry you relate. Yes, the words were very specific. They are images that haunt me frequently.
I am sorry that you’ve had to endure such trauma in your lifetime. Your ability to use your past experiences to write poetry that allows others to relate, to feel that someone else in this world has the same emotions that noone next to them will talk about or acknowledge , its beautiful.. It shows your amazing strength.