Shorn Lambs
Next Sunday is my ED's birthday & even though she wants nothing to do with me & will not allow me to even have a picture of her son I know she is seething over the fact that I now have a grandson who will not be held out as a weapon against me. She was very nasty with her brother when he announced his son's birth on FB. It is taking me back to a place & time where I do not want to go. I escaped from this world in May of 1990 & wrote the following in August 1994 after I got hurt at work & forced onto ODSP.
Shorn Lambs
Trapped in a dungeon of lonliness & despair our tormentors abused & misused us. They turned our children against us, so they too learned to laugh at us & call us names. Our only way out was the Black Sea of Depression.
"Can't you swim" our captors asked."Go ahead try - you will be back... you can't make it on your own - you NEED ME to survive" they laughed.
Finally driven past the brink od sanity we plunged into the dark murky waters. Our heart pounded with terror but our bruised & wounded spirits would rather have died than to have to return to those who would mock us yet another time.Compelled by a force alien to our battered self esteem we struggled on.
Eventually the waters began to clear. Unknown strangers became friends who led us into a Retreat of Dignity & Sernity. Our new found friends neurtured our self-worth and supported the desicions we made. Slowly our self-esteem began to grow as friends cheered us on the buds began to blossom. The voices that once whimpered “please don’t hurt me” are now loud & clear as we stand in difiance & say “YES we will” or “NO we won’t! With each victory our spirits soar to new heights.We had left the cruel waters of deperation behind us & had crossed a magical bridge from a place of discrimination & servitude into the Forest of Tranquility & Freedom. Together we walk along the shimmering sands ever watchful of the crystal azure waters & the next Shorn Lamb escaping from a nightmare of her own.
Shorn Lambs
Trapped in a dungeon of lonliness & despair our tormentors abused & misused us. They turned our children against us, so they too learned to laugh at us & call us names. Our only way out was the Black Sea of Depression.
"Can't you swim" our captors asked."Go ahead try - you will be back... you can't make it on your own - you NEED ME to survive" they laughed.
Finally driven past the brink od sanity we plunged into the dark murky waters. Our heart pounded with terror but our bruised & wounded spirits would rather have died than to have to return to those who would mock us yet another time.Compelled by a force alien to our battered self esteem we struggled on.
Eventually the waters began to clear. Unknown strangers became friends who led us into a Retreat of Dignity & Sernity. Our new found friends neurtured our self-worth and supported the desicions we made. Slowly our self-esteem began to grow as friends cheered us on the buds began to blossom. The voices that once whimpered “please don’t hurt me” are now loud & clear as we stand in difiance & say “YES we will” or “NO we won’t! With each victory our spirits soar to new heights.We had left the cruel waters of deperation behind us & had crossed a magical bridge from a place of discrimination & servitude into the Forest of Tranquility & Freedom. Together we walk along the shimmering sands ever watchful of the crystal azure waters & the next Shorn Lamb escaping from a nightmare of her own.
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Love it. You\'re going to write a devotional book someday