I was that girl

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By Pamela Homolka

I was that girl

The girl you saw with the children that looked as young as her

The girl who danced on the edge of propriety and the abyss

The girl who stood in lines for the food, clothes, shelter that were beyond her reach

I was that girl

The girl who knew the feel of bare knuckles rapping against her skull

And the sting of a man’s hands pressed around her neck

I was that girl

Who knew what it was to fear that day, that instance, that whisper of a moment

Would be the last time she saw this life

I was that girl

And I treasure that girl

In her innocence, I see what I’ve learned

In her bruises, I see what I’ve withstood

In her limitations, I see what I’ve overcome

I was that girl. I am this woman.

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Pamela Homolka

Hi! My name is Pamela Homolka. I am a mom to six beautiful souls on Earth (Anastasia, Devin, John, Chance, Sean, and Alice), and three in Heaven (Nathaniel, Mia, and Lucas). I am also a wife to a wonderful husband of almost nine years and a substitute teacher at Grand Island Public Schools. I haven’t quite decided if I’m a teacher with a writing hobby or vice versa, but I thoroughly enjoy both at any rate. My heart is in Texas, but I dearly love my family and friends in Nebraska and currently reside in Henderson.

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The Embryo Transfer Failed and I Feel Broken

I Didn’t Realize How Much I Wanted This Baby Until I Miscarried

God Hears Our Wordless Prayers

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