"A wilted rose no longer stands for sadness and defeat..but it stands for how strong it has been and how it has survived, it stands for how far it must come to stand up again...all it needs is rain, sun, time, and some help from friends...we are all wilted roses, that must realize how strong we are" ~written by ME...~

Friday, October 19, 2007

Relief

Walking through the patient winds,
Winds that were made for change
Precious footsteps in the sand
Simple waters splash against the feet

The gentle lapping, calling her name
A precious whisper in her ear
Caressing her simple soul
Bringing her wandering heart to a patient murmur
A kind hand placed upon her shoulder
Now she knows she is never alone
The winds of change have finally blown her way
The spirit has entered her life
The doubt is gone, finally safe
Safe from all her worries and troubles
Someone to finally protect her
Help her carry the burden of her past
The pain caused by her father
Physical and emotional, always lasting
Her pain, crying out, wanting help
Crying for his love and forgiveness
Now she realizes, she had never been alone
The one had saved her quaking soul
Now, forever loved
The same one lives within her heart, forever more

Saturday, October 6, 2007

Hurt


You look at her
Tears streaming down
You grab her face
Pulling eyes to look into yours
Screams and Pleas heard
As her hair get pulled
Pulling her down
Your anger rising
She wipes the tears
Her vision now blurred
Why must you hurt her so?
Red hand marks laid upon her back
Skin stinging with every blow
He reaches for a bat against the wall
She drops to her knees
Shaking as the bat is brought down
Blood splatters the wall
She drops to the floor
Blood now pooling around her body
No more cries and pleads
He takes a sheet and wraps her in it
Blood still draining from her wounds
He drags her, drives her away
Splash, she sinks
Now his face shines through the moonlight
No tears fall from his eyes
He drives home
Now she is queen of the sea