Unfortunately, too many of us can relate to the content of this poem. Let it drive us into the open, safe arms of the only one who can give true aid and healing.
he enters at night and it is sleep that i pretend.
he stops and he listens and than advances yet again.
i tell my self it is not my fault but the words do not work
his abuse and selfishness has caused years of hurt.
every touch becomes a brick to this wall around my heart.
i want to break free but i have no tools for with to start.
with hands to my head i am shaken it wild,
i was forced to to be a woman no longer a child.
the years go by and the lack of emotions increase
i am on a never ending search for healing, revenge, answers, and peace.
a pinch to check reality is for a world of fairy tales.
i cut just to feel as i silently yell.
to ashamed to talk but the angry always shows,
so relationships stay shallow for fear they will know.
than a gleam of hope spouts like flowers at the end of winter,
for a moment pain is gone as love somehow enters.
it is only for a minute here and there,
that the wounds begin to heal but it always ends with another tear.
than the impossible happened and i met someone who had experienced much grief,
and with this relationship a friendship was started and i began to feel relief.
a brick starts to fall and the foundation begins to break.
so many emotions pouring in that at times it is to hard to take.
my friend was not at fault but also felt rejection and was accused,
with poison words and slashing hands he was beaten and abused.
to have someone he loved and called them his friend
be the very same person who was his enemy at the end.
it gave me hope at last to know He felt the same things,
He experienced the rejection and felt the raw pain.
He came through and had victory in his moment of hell.
He taught me to rise up ,stand tall and my story to tell.
Lives will be changed, walls will break down,
when I tell of this friend, named Jesus , that I have now found.
written by charlene turney
may 20, 2008
