Shattered Glass Life After Abuse

I feel the tears upon my face, I know what I am feeling is real, in reality. The tears--they comfort me--I am human, I cry. Jesus came to earth as a man; He was human; He cried. Tears Rolling on one's face (tears are falling by sternenkindi on DeviantART) At times when I feel like the world is closing in, like I am not connecting or misconnecting with everyone, especially those dearest to me, little things like tears helps me to know that I am alive. When I see one reality and the world seems to see another; when I feel one reality and others feel another, I began to think maybe something is wrong with me. Why do I sense, feel and see what others do not? Why I am sensitive? So I ask to pray, offer to pray, want to pray with others, but I am told to pray alone. My prayers are not wanted. This hurts. I feel unloved, unwanted, rejected, misunderstood. It is like handing someone a gift and having it shoved back. I love prayers and being prayed for by others. I consid...

Running water bubbles over plastic rocks. I close my eyes to drift elsewhere. Crows caw, woodpeckers peck, Insects rattle a hiss. Bee buzzes, close chasing another--gone. Late summer breeze brushes my face. Cares ease, but do not cease--timeworn. Berry Bush Bird by Endmon at DeviantArt Tapping keys, so effortlessly, Letting thoughts roll, Flowing where they want to go. Noisy little hidden insects Make themselves known, Rhythmic shaking in harmony. Soft, then loud, they say, "I am here, one more day." Focusing back to the running water, My lungs inhale deep-- a cleansing breathe, A moment alone but not at all quiet, No human voice, still sounds grow. What a filling for my ear. This summer day there is no pause. Yet my soul reflects -- no fears. Faith makes one bold with cause. Drawing in another deep breathe, Six legged bug, wings up hobbles Full of effort cross the table, Then stops to regain strength. Do I hobble two arms, two legged, No...