Abused

   Feeling so hurt, so desperate for escape. Praying
for safety from the dark which ever haunts me.

Daughter of Darkness

   I'm the daughter of the dark, sister of the wind, wife of the shadows, mother of the silence. I'm a wandering ghost, a distant memory. I'm forgotten, abandoned, alone, rejected.
   I'm being called into the light, pulled away from my troubled past. The light of love pulls me toward Him. I'm scared, afraid of pain. He caresses my shadowed, hollow, face. He whispers light into the corners of all my being.
   He leads me on, into the sparkling sunlight. At first, I cringe to see my filth. I try to hide myself from Him, but He gently speaks words of comfort and I follow.
   He washes my clothes in blood and they turn white and glorious. He places a crown of silver stars on my head and leads me to His Father's throne.
   We stand before the author and finisher of my faith and He lights my heart. My heart blazes with the fire and passion of being loved, no matter what I've done.
   I'm not the wife of the shadows. I'm a bride of the Son. I'm not the mother of the silence. I am going to be the mother of future believers. I'm not the sister of the wind. I'm the sister of the light. I'm not the daughter of the dark. I'm the daughter of the King of Love.

Rose

   Life is funny, like a rose.
It can be sweet and lovely,
yet cruel and piercing at
the same time.
   Each life is like a rose,
but the way you look at
it is what counts. You can
look at the beauty or you can
look a the pain.
   I, unfortunately, have chosen
to look at my life as pain, in
doing so, I missed the beauty.

Painful Endings

   To ease my pain,
I took a knife to my skin.
Once I was bleeding, I
cried. What had I done?
   To ease my pain,
I took my pen and wrote
angry words. Once I was
crying, I read it again.
   To ease my pain,
I killed myself. I looked
down and saw the people
I hurt and I cried.

My Confession of Love

   All I think about is You. Your face is all I can ever see. Every time I think of you, I cry and slip further into dreams. I cry at night when I remember your voice. I wish I'd done things differently. I wish I'd begged you to stay.
   I wish I'd told you what I was feeling, how much I really cared. I should have told you when I first began to feel, the feelings in my heart that caused my head to reel. I love you is all I wanted to say, but when I got the courage it was just too late.
   All I think about is sleeping so I can see you. In my dreams, I see You for your soul and you see me for mine. We love each other, in my dreams, and we rarely ever fight. You really care and you fill my world with love and light.
   My friends were right. I should have told you how I felt that day. The truth is my heart was so full, I couldn't think of words to say. I meant to tell you all summer long, but now it's too late, you're already gone. I miss you more than words can express.
   This poem would go on forever if I stated what was on my heart. I'm afraid of what your reaction would be. You could tear my world apart. I'll say it now, but only here. Before I regret it and run in fear.
   I love you. Hope, light and love be yours 'til next we meet.
I said it, my poem, now, complete.

Blood of September

*Note, I no longer believe what I wrote in this poem and this was from a younger age. Please take that in stride whilst reading this particular poem.

   My life was changed that day.
Images of safety were shattered and swept away.
   Pillars of smoke and flying bodies.
Planes in field and building.
   Collapsing, with the rest of our lives.
Dust and smoke overtaking those below.
   We prayed it was an awful dream,
but our hearts could hear the terrified scream
of those who were trapped inside and never
came out alive.
   Our hearts bled for families who
were torn apart by evil men.
Did we deserve this?
   A nation that's forsaken God,
we came together to make a simple prayer.
Our hearts still bleed as we cry for
those who are in Iraq and die.
   When America will you turn back
to your heavenly father? Must we
suffer another 9/11 to realize how much
we need God?
   While prayer is banned in school,
my bible I should not read,
"under God" cannot be said and
hearts continue to bleed.
   They continue to bleed and
long for one to save them, but
refuse to let Him in.
   My life was changed that day.
Images of safety were shattered and swept away.

Death Most Tragic

Wind carry my dying soul
   o'er yon river of hope.
Cast not my weary spirit
   into the tide of the ocean of sorrow.
Sky, cry for me tears that
   fill my heart.
Earth open your arms
   and embrace me.
Sun, shine not as I fall into
   my bed, my bed of eternal rest.
Moon, sing as my broken heart
   finally rests. Let it rain o'er
   me as Death comes to claim
   his hollow bride.