Shattered Glass Life After Abuse

She had an old face, It told of a life hard lived. Still she smiled And shared the joy of doing. She had a young age, Her face told another story. The days had been more Condensed in time. The earth rotated on its axis, But her life spun out of control. The sun rose and set, Tragedy exploded the limits. Her children witnessed her decay, But now she claims no signs. Her form betrays, Her version of the story. Each shriveled dry wrinkle, Holds the volumes unsaid. She believes in the victory. God sees her as a beauty. Can her words portray truth? Does her body tell a lie? The regeneration of the soul Can it be reflected in the skin? Her eyes dart around. Struggling to focus. She is so busy everyday, Hours filled can be deceptive. She talks of prayer, She does so much, She knows the Word. Hollowness surrounds her being. Does she project the image? Spirit-filled - so her story goes. The connecting lines are crossed. Did they slip off the sourc...

You can choose your dance. How could there be a worse perpetual punishment? You are sentenced for life to spend every holiday from this day forward until you die with your abuser. The hammer thuds, wood hitting wood. Case closed! Next... How does one come to terms with the diabotical extreme of two polar opposite emotions? What could be the happiest of day, sweet memories, the gift of having friends and of knowing peace (this aim we celebrate, plan, await, and imagine) to be swallowed with the pain of abuse, the memory of horrors. The magical moments of innocent pleasure that pours from gratitude of relationships and material surprises entwined with paralyzing fear and anxious triggers of past trauma. A squeal - the delight awakens us to a peek over the horizon of tomorrows knowing somehow they can be spent in love, happiness and peace. But you are given the pill--filled with slivers broken innocence mixed with a hint of arsenic to deaden your memory and emotions. It must ...

Have you ever felt like you don't fit? Nobody likes me. Why was I not included? How long did it take you to figure out that you are different? The calls never came. You didn't get invited. They went without you. You just happen upon a notice.... and you didn't even know .... you offered to help, but no one called you back.... you wanted to minister, but you are avoided....you asked to give a testimony, but your offer was declined... Not now. No time. We will call. I'll get in touch. Thanks, bye... (silence.... permanent silence) What is wrong with me? I am a reject. People act all loving... they pretend to like me... they say I am nice, but really, I know I am not their friend. When they get together with friends ... to go do something fun... to share a special occasion... to visit, to enjoy, to talk, to hang, to know...... I am not invited. Sound like a whiner.... who cares? But the problem is.... am I different.... no that is not it?  Is there someth...