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Upon exhaling, I am recreated I believe in the blessings of my sorrows-- in dreams, undiscovered. I will hold, gently, to the hope of beauty-- tightly, to a loving notion. Triumphed tragedies will set my wings-- fanned wide for a flight, undirected. I shall be settled in the affirmation that in trust, as with freedom, security is no option. That with explanation there is no certainty of understanding. It will be as it is-- one skyward journey landing on the air of unseen tomorrows. There will be, bound before my eyes, a beauty in the ugliness of silent disappointments. I will, with cautious hands, embrace the given knowings with a conscious ascertainment that others may not see. With probable assumption, my thoughts will be my own-- revelations, unexpressed. I will lie, with resignation, in the bed of padlocked sufferings-- hushing, with awakened voice, the stories underneath. I will lose the expectations on my elders, placed with childish visions of rightness, and exchange with them the prayer for opened minds and humbled hearts. I will seek, no more the grandiose sights of outstretched arms; but will, in empathetic fashion, use, more actively, my own. And if an angel takes my hand, might I, in all my foolishness, find the strength to let it go. By Achildstruth Musical Lobotomy If I could purg that part of my brain which stores pain, I would replace it with a gentle refrain; Bach, Beethoven or simply rain... By Susan Maree Healing Is Hard We sit at the table trying to write, but can't take our eyes off the outside sight. The birds are feeding with abandon and flair. Flying and chirping without a care. The seeds on the feeder, they eat with delight. They twitter and chatter then rush to flight. Why can't we be like those birds of a feather, Finding joy in life, no matter the weather? Flying with freedom all over the sky, While I sit here and only can mutter. The storms within me contnue to brew. And all I can think is "what can I do?" I know the healing depends on remembering. But the memories are harsh, am I really dealing? So I sit in a dither, wishing I were a bird, Then I know at least I would get heard. My supporters are nice, they use both ears, I just wish I weren't always in tears. Healing is painful, but necessary I know, But if I were a bird I'd be on the go. So bac to reality, the memories I dare To remember each one with dutlful care. I tell my insiders I love each one, But god I"ll be thakful when this is all done! Kathie (for Kathy & Entourage) (AZ) Coming Together Let us break the barrier Let us find the key Let us open up the door And see what we will see. Let us walk through this door Together, hand in hand We must let all inside know We intend to make a stand Let us put behind us All the world's faults and wrongs And let us put to face us A victory delayed so long. Let us come together And show what we can do. The Informer (MA) "Your Father is Here" My heart has been broken for much too long. Trying to hide the pain that's still so strong. Wanting to hide, Wanting to run, Knowing this fight has just begun. Remembering the hurt will bring me pain, Yet knowing in Jesus I've everything to gain. Shaking with fear at remembering the past, but Knowing my victory in Christ will last. Feeling tears of sorrow run down my face recalling the shame and taking undesired blame. Remembering the hands of fear that hold me down, will no longer hold me when I lay these burdens down. For Christ himself has borne my shame, cried my tears and felt my pain. So when fear of remembering makes me take flight, To God's arms I will run on his shoulder, I'll cry for I know I can trust Him and He'll keep me from harm. As His child He will hold me and so softly He'll wip my tears. As He whisper have no fear, For your father is here. "SongBird" By Vickie L (Iowa) Oh the bitterness Oh the pain that you bring. Oh the anguish that you leave behind. Oh the sadness that grows day to day. Oh bittrness why can't you die? Why must I be so bitter. May N. (FL) Silent Voice Listen, please do listen Listen now with care. Listen for the suffering the depth of our despair. Listen for the hope that brings us to your door. Listen to the silence that tells you so much more. Listen with your being no ears are needed here. Listen just with feeling to make the meaning clear. In silence we are speaking so many unsaid things. Listen with much caring By Lynn (MA) Innocence Lost The life of a child So meek and mild Utterly Shattered As she lay Beaten and Battered Eyes normally filled with glee Now clouded in Misery. She dreams in the darkness of night To flee - to take flight Anything to avod his continued spite. She ask of the clouds above What did I do to destry his love? He says it's because she was born Bad. That's why he's always mad She tries so hard to be good Still her screams fill the neighborhood. Maybe there will be one person that wouldn't turn their head and say "They can't get Involved." Then they go to church to be absolved. By Elizabeth V. (MA) Why is the pain so much worse in the night? When I havent the strength to put up a fight? The night and dark take over the sun. Like memories take over the distance I've come. At night time it seems like the hurt is still here. I bury my head and I tremble with fear. Despite all the healing i've felt with the light. The memories and pain all return with the night. By Poohbear "The Journey" I found you while on a journey back through my past. You were a child of six, lonely abused and battered. You sat imprisoned in my mind, to afraid to tell your secrets, to ashamed to show your feelings of hate and loneliness. I was afraid of you also, I was afraid to let you be heard. Your stories were filled with sadness and shame. We were both so afraid. But we found each other, you & I. The little girl who was so ashamed to come out of hiding, is now reaching out. Breaking the silence that has caused her such pain. I am reaching back showing you that you are loved by God and so any others. To my child of six, you are learning to walk for the first time. it will be scary, but together, we are one. To My Child of Six...I Love You... By Debbie Gonzalez |
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Hope I look for a ray of hope, with despair all around. once again hope eludes me. I fall once again, wishing life to end. The light goes out. I am asleep. By Sue. H (OH) |
A Mere Child of God Loved ones come near; but I cannot hear Their whirlwind of words surround me! Where is my end; where is their beginning: I am totally spent and depleted! In my most frustrating laughter, my loneliest tears... I cry out, "What 's really happening here?" When I lose sight of who I am, I recite whose I am... A mere child of God. By Tdw (CA) |
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