(memories of warmth, long ago, memories of peace in the quiet shelter of the womb; the only sound was mother's heartbeat. it did not sound of war: it spoke of love)
Why, then, do I follow a different drum? Why are my fists bloodied with hate? Why are my brothers lying on the ground, broken? And why are there tears on your face, Mother?
I do not know who my father is. But you see him when you look at me -- there I am, haunted in your eyes, the Bad Seed you wished you'd aborted when you conceived.
You shouldn't think that way! You are precious in God's eyes and all who know you. Remember, you are designed and created by God; Don't listen to liars! You are precious and highly favored!
My dear Karla, Satan has clever ways of reminding one of past hurts...this might well have been one of them. Thing to remember is don't allow him to torment you like this. Recognize the memory as not from God and disregard it. Resist the devil, my friend, and he will flee. Encourage him, and he will hang around only to torment and destroy.
Hope I wasn't out of line here, precious!
God Bless
Love and hugs
Lena
Reviewed by Flying Fox Ted L Glines (Reader)
Reviewed on January 30, 2007
You do not know where this one came from? Sometimes I awake with a poem singing in my head and all I have to do is (quickly) copy it into my notebook (before it evaporates in my daily thoughts). Sometimes these poems are not nice. Sometimes I tear that page out of my notebook and edit that poem out of my mind. Sometimes this is best. We won't know where the poem/vision came from, but it came from outside of us, not from a womb-memory, and we need not take responsibility for any such "memory."
very powerful, Karla ... i know where this is coming from ... my father always saw my mother in me who died soon after childbirth and so i always reminded him of his loss ...
This is life here. You are living and a precious one to hundreds. Your fsther's loss is more than he will ever know so you've sort of blessed him. Forgive all and set your mind to loving and appreciating YOU. That's the importance here.
Love,
Susan
Reviewed by Debra Harmes-Kurth (Reader)
Reviewed on January 28, 2007
Karla, how horrible it is for a child to feel this way. What a powerful pen this is, a reminder to those who look the other way when one is lost.
debra
Unwanted and unloved children usually live a tortured, confused, sad and lonely existence and I often wonder why the mother went through with the pregnancy or didn't at least have enough heart to give up the child, at birth, to a family who really wanted to raise him/her. Strong and gut-wrenching poem, Karla.
Take care,
Sherry
Reviewed by J M (Reader)
Reviewed on January 27, 2007
This is painful and powerful............... Somewhere one feels this way. Powerful.
Woa! This one sure is a powerful write!!! Powerful imagery and details...strong emotions here! Enjoyed this one Karla, great write!
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Such body and mind-blowing energy here, Karla, and profound empathy. You have the heart and soul of a poet who can readily absorb what it is to live another's life and see through their eyes. Yes indeed, how many "bad seeds" first saw themselves as that in a mother's eyes? Agonisingly powerful and I am sure in some way many of us can relate... even if on a (hopefully!) minor scale. "Irrational" anger runs through the veins of many, but there will always have been a root and a fundamental cause... Bless you and thank you. K xx
Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)
Reviewed on January 27, 2007
There is a strong emotion in this poem. Not to be forgotten easily. Victor
Wow, Karla -- this is different from your usual writes. Very powerful poem with a bold statement. The emotion screams out at you and makes you think. Exceptional work here, my friend.
Love,
CJ
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God Bless your soul,
Sharon
Hope I wasn't out of line here, precious!
God Bless
Love and hugs
Lena
Karla, be blessed!
Ted
Love,
Susan
debra
Love Tinka
Powerful emotions here Karla.
Hugs
Ch'erie
Take care,
Sherry
Blessings,
Joselyn
God Bless
Michelle~
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Your friend,
Ron
love and peace, Carole
Susan
Love,
CJ
"BadSeed"
Whew, this surely is powerful writing!
Enjoyed it and heartfelt.
Thank you for sharing,
From the Heart of an Artist...
Rusty
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin sister, Karen Lynn. :D