Unthinkable injustice
more than mind can comprehend.
Unthinkable in every aspect
unthinkable without end.
Deep within the soul of a man
Dark and controlled – unthinkable
The need to measure and to weigh
the need for justice now prevails
As grain by grain of sand is placed
upon those waiting scales.
Forgiving you was something I thought I would never do
Loving you was something that was crushed by disgust
Blaming you for it all became a tattoo
Appalled by the way you lived in disgust
And how you buried your head in the sand when you knew
For the first time this past year
I realized mom, that you have always loved your daughter
That you did the best you could in the unfathomable waters
Hiding the pain you felt in your high as you feared
It was the only way to survive the flooded dysfunction so severe
Your alcoholic husband and his spontaneous fits of rage
Were followed by the Two A.M Bar closing s inebriated
With his arrival back home the bomb had been detonated
His ego and control became his useful and intoxicating stage
And now this hot tempered man became exceedingly animated
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Posted in Poems by ~L
Tagged childhood, Forgiveness, Love, memories, mother, past, Poems by ~L, poetry, Religion and Spirituality, Trust
I am many
Stuck within one human body
Feeling the weight of each fear
Separate memories weaved
As they all Embody
Each tear
As nothing seems to be clear
It’s a confusing place
A reality I hesitate to face
A shame that no one will understand
What is trapped with in this vase
I skim life with hesitation
Worry I may fail
Dread I won’t live up to an expectation
Either to others
Or the me, and my many
Insecurities
Embarrassments
Shame – guilt
Sealed in her basement
That has despondently been built
Posted in Free Write Fridays, My favorite posts, Poems by ~L
Tagged blah, courage, DID, Jingle Poetry, Poems by ~L, poetry, PTSD, voice
I know this last enduring flame may show some kind of hope…
But the binding fear and secret gloom
Have cast their deadly shadow
Amongst the darkness of sorrow and disbelief
Joined with solitude she’s left there to cope
She stores in her depth a morsel of hope
Yet it does not release this elevating grief
Feed the faith
Starve the doubt
Posted in Healing one day at a time, Poems by ~L
Tagged darkness, depression, faith, hope, hopelessness, Jingle Poetry, Poems by ~L, poetry, Trust
At The Close of Her Day
~L
She’s searching a valid response
if she may
A conclusion of love
at the close of her day
A support to understand
While she takes the time to plan
Please don’t misunderstand
For she has not gone astray
She is now just finding her way
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She is burdened by much uncertainty
So much frustration of doubt and insecurities
She prays for one to understand
It seems the unavailability
For her security
Is not in demand
She longs for stability
To hold her tight in her humility
For she can’t seem to find the energy
to battle all theses demons and her impurities
She’s running at such a disgracing pace
With shame she hides her face
And asks how
How is it that she has come to this disenchanted place
And how could God allow
Allow these demons to embrace
these memories that retrace
She’s doing the best in the midst of this fear
the hours of darkness have been so surreal
She seeks a place of protection
Where she can feel a safe connection
A place to bring direction
Not perfection
Just a place for reflection
From all the evil evil years of disconnection
She has found her life’s been changed
Courage failed
Hope caged
Oh how disappointment’s been enraged
Her bravery sadly derailed
Disengaged
Have they prevailed
Has hope really exhaled
A Hundred times she’s been removed
Remember the hell that was used?
It’s not easy going back to be reused
Nor is it easy to prove
Not easy to see the accused
Not easy at all
There is an ache
to relive being so small
No longer do I want to stall
but to feel re-abused
to mentally arrive in the hall of hell
to have to recall
I’m afraid I will be all alone
when I fall
I’m so very confused!
How do I choose?
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She’s searching a valid response, if she may
A conclusion of love at the close of her day
A support to understand
While she takes the time to plan
Please don’t misunderstand
it’s just so much to withstand!
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Posted in Poems by ~L
Tagged a little of this and that, alone, faith, PTSD, scared, searching, Trust
I have demons screaming in my mind
Ghosts of past haunting present time
My soul seems to be in a bind
and prayers have been denied
Oh, how I tried to trust…
To be faithful and not blind
This body has been too abused
And the night has been consequently unkind
Courage has been declined
My whole life has been entwined within
an atrocious crime
The clock has chimed
This one last time
Is there any way to unwind
The hands of time?
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