A Poem written to a young lady 17 y/o in Jacksonville Florida, who was abused, caught up and straying.

Your Angel with a Message:

life can be hard, it can bring hurt and pain
to a young innocent life who has so much to gain
people hurt each other out of ill passions and hate
the wanton burnings of a fools deadly fate

those hurts and pains affects the victim,
sometime short term others long
it could even be the root of why the victims
road to life goes wrong

and when there is no direction,
the aim could be the same
the victim seeks the abuse from others
of the same flame

so there the cycle starts
where you rush pell mell down the hill
your hearts are constantly broken,
and your hunger for love is never filled

so you keep going unguided and
meeting the same oh fate
the men who cause your hurt and pain,
of ill passions and hate

you want to get away,
deep down inside your soul cry
but you find yourself entrapped
and you dont even know why

you give in to the false insecurites,
believing it will get better
but the trials just increase,
like the destruction from bad weather

You try to be strong in the public,
but at night you cry so hard
you ask youself why
cant i get my prayers answered from God

you feel death can be near you,
knocking at your door
but enslaved to your own frailies,
you sip on its glass once more

the bully wants to hurt you,
the ride wants to help
but if you dont get into the car,
you wont get it from no-one else

the greatest trajedies in a persons life,
is not the pain inflicted upon them
its when they give up and don't seek help
and live as a victim

Pain does happen, to many a women,
especially when innocent and young
but unless you allow the wound to heal,
that same old song will be sung

your life will be a big ole circle
where you keep going round and round
and you meet that same old ill passion and hate,
until your grave is dug in the ground

No man can love and respect a woman,
unless he feels her pain
and if she lets him take advantage of her,
what does she have to gain

a night of passion with the one who hates,
will flash before your eyes
and then by a curb you'll be thrown upon
with tears still in your eyes

So from that night you thought so deep
and prayed for direction & help
I am that angel you so longed for,
that was sent to you as you slept

No i am not divine, at least i dont think so, i am made from dirt and sand
I'm just a person who hears your cry, that can give you an alternative plan

so if this message applys to you and
its the new road you want to take
then seek me and you'll find me
because i am not very far away

Just go and knock on the right door,
of that soon gone house
and perhaps when enter the room,
you'll see me sitting on the couch

Your Angel
Shalomim-(hebrew for sacrifice for peace) 

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