You were brutal
In your moments of insanity
You stole my childhood
Locked me in a closet
I would cry
Till my prison
Became my world
Inside of the closet
I found a skeleton of a child
My sister
You told me she was sent away
I cried and cried
I held her in my arms
She was the only one who would listen
Your insanity grew worse
The days inside of my world grew longer
I prayed and prayed
Singing lullabies to sister
God took the darkness
He created a valley
A field
Clouds with a ray of light
In the darkness
We were together
Copyright 2007
God Bless
Wendy
This write rises from the grave of my own memories as a child I have tried to bury.
Abuse in any form how horrid, and your write is excellenly speaking her suffering & her release from such a terror.
Embraced ~ Embrassé
Vickie
As you know, dear Debra, there is healing power in bringing the secret to light and in the shared understanding of others.
Life is a journey of experience that prepares us for God's greater work ahead. Survival is the promise of angelhood.
Bless you, Debra. Your future is to live in the heart of God.
Richard
Strong piece of poetry.
Greetings,
Axilea
Impressive... impressionist... "In the Darkness" the reality flows.
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
nice work.....
Art Sun...
So moving, so real - no fiction hear, but the cries of a heart who knows ...
God bless you and your sister,
Kathy
Described as only one who "knows" would be able to relate. The "thieves" that steal from us as children will one day find that GRACE is not to be found in any lifetime. I appreciated that you struck the darkness with the light. Much appreciated.
With my best regards,
Chris
Be safe,
Karen
Hugs, Laura
Hugs
Fee