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I wrote this last spring and found it again. Just wanted to share it with you all.
Slipping
The pain
begging to be set free
finally left your body
but silently slipped into me.
The genesis of the torture,
was at first not recognized.
I engaged in tasks to deny it
until I realized.
You won't arrive on time,
You'll never come back through the open door.
I'll only feel your soul surrounding.
I'll stroke your flesh no more.
I need the movement
of strength, faith, hope
To stir my lfe anew.
I'll traverse this rocky terra firma
Until the Master brings me home to you.
You left us with the doubts of life.
You made the affirmation of death too true.
Can you see your girls? Their confusion?
Their pain?
If you had known their suffering, would you still have brought the rain?
How can the hate I feel equal the pain?
Slipping
The pain
begging to be set free
finally left your body
but silently slipped into me.
The genesis of the torture,
was at first not recognized.
I engaged in tasks to deny it
until I realized.
You won't arrive on time,
You'll never come back through the open door.
I'll only feel your soul surrounding.
I'll stroke your flesh no more.
I need the movement
of strength, faith, hope
To stir my lfe anew.
I'll traverse this rocky terra firma
Until the Master brings me home to you.
You left us with the doubts of life.
You made the affirmation of death too true.
Can you see your girls? Their confusion?
Their pain?
If you had known their suffering, would you still have brought the rain?
How can the hate I feel equal the pain?
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"when we honestly ask which persons in our lives mean the most to us, we oftenfind that it is those who, instead of giving much advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a gentle and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not-knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness......makes it clear that whatever happens in the external world, being present to each other is what really matters." written by Henri Nouwen
Lost Hope
She left me with
Naked desires
that ran cold
unto the ground
of our dancing
Youth
promises turned into
Betrayals
Trust
Into haunting silences
thick air charged
With ambiguity
Home full of laughter
Once contained
Now painfully
Washed
With grey shadows
of longing
That yearning
Lost hope
served a purpose
I stumbled as if
a puppet
with broken strings
Fell flat
On my face
Or was it
My ass
Either way
I was
Mortified
no longer
Electrified
Discontent
Seeped
into my pores
Framed photos
fake faces
frozen smiles
Tick time out
as surely as
a bomb ticks
Till it explodes
the bits of ones
Life scattered
amongst memories
gone cold to
the touch
of numbed
Fingertips
My heart
splintered
with broken glass
as our photographs
Emerge free
into the wind
Freedom is not
a greener pasture
a life unlived
a heart
torn free
Freedom
is not
just around
the corner
from Lonely Street
However it
lingers in the
Dreamtimes
of tomorrow
forever taunting
Imprisoned hearts
Jessica Lorraine
copyright
8/30/2007