Friday, December 9, 2022

Horror of Child Abuse

 No one ever will know the horror of my childhood. No one could possibly understand. Unless you lived it, you haven't got a clue. No matter how much you try to relate you can't. So stop trying and pretending you do. 

Respect people for what they have experienced and endured. Be grateful that you never did or will. 

Love those who have been hurt deeply. They did nothing to you. Stop being cruel, and expecting more than they can give. These are shattered glass lives and you can not conceive what an abused person has been through. 

You are sorry. They are sorry too. We are all sorry, even the asshole for a --for a second-- may pretend.

But no one can begin to know the agony of a soul destroyed by utter evil and wicked twisted torment. 

Just love, this person. Love them and respect them for what they have been through. 

A broken soul has moments of healing but never truly becomes whole until the person passes on to eternity. And that is rest, joy, and "it-is-done" finality. 

Sunday, November 12, 2017

Gain From Loss

Short poem reflecting on how we must loss something often if we want to gain. If we hold onto everything, we can grasp what is newly being placed into our hand or life.




Step by step, door by door,

creak by creak, hear the floor.


Window pain, Stops the beak

Lying still, Not a peep.


Pull my leg, Spoke a Word

Raised my hairs, Felt, not heard.


Make the sign, Of the cross

Bless my soul, Gain from loss.


I must die, To receive,

No more blind, You believe.

Monday, September 4, 2017

How Are You?

How are you, dear
People ask.
They only see a
Cold clay mask.



Staring, peering,
At the face.
Dredging opens
A hiding place.

Scooping, dragging
The riverbed.
Repeating theme is
Always read.

Degree and value
Mental states.
Eyes are windows
that negate.

Linking be verbs
Stay the same.
She prefers her
Maiden name.

Doubting, query
Certainty.
Fine-grained earth layers
Reality.

Research answers
Is the quest.
Will she ever
Pass the test?