Wordless, this photograph has sat framed, in my home, my entire life. No matter where I have lived, I’ve kept it close, hearing its horrifying screams daily, silently grasping for me, bellowing out all the words that you see from the well of my deepest despair. Words boldly wrestling within my soul, clawing out those tiny eyes, like rusted barbed wire, embracing me, bludgeoning me, shredding all that was left of my vanquished tortured being. Continue reading The Essence of a Little Girls Loneliness and Pain
Recently, a friend asked me how I felt about homosexuality. He wanted to know if I thought it was wrong. My immediate thought was, “Yes, it is wrong” but then I was asked by another friend if I felt that homosexuality was a sin and did I feel that God condemns the sexual act?
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I SAW MY FATHERS DEAD BODY TODAY
I saw my fathers dead body today, just laid out on a cold metal table.
I’m trying to wrap my mind around today. I tell myself that if I write it all down, I will have a better understanding but I’m not being honest with myself because I’m not a criminal and I don’t understand immorality, hate, selfishness and greed.
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That little blonde headed girl looking out that window, the police lights flashing and wondering why she wasn’t being protected, waiting to be saved. I want to save that little girl who is frozen in fear. I want to hug her and spare her pain but all I can do now is love her and help her heal her wounds.
The pain strikes and it’s binding,
Like shackles imbedded with nails,
My protector in the darkness,
The face of Satan is unveiled
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