Veiled and masked they come to church, covering up their deep down hurt. Dressed so well, makeup in place, no one can get into their space. Fear deep down of people knowing, their true beginnings and hurts flowing. Hands raised up to worship God, But deep inside feeling odd. Lonely, sad and unconnected, Smile and hug as expected. Leaving church, head held high, but deep inside still want to die. God wants us to live in truth, the veils and…
Angry and sad, but she couldn’t be mad, She wasn’t allowed to be that bad. Too much risk when you are real, Too much pain to ever feel. True feelings buried and stuffed deep, Begin to push up from their sleep. The war within has begun, To stop those feelings from when young. Anger, hurt, fear and panic, God where are you? This feels Satanic! Accepting truth breaks up the fight, Accept those feelings stuffed with might. They are yours…
She crooked her head, eyes unseeing, her broken mind, tired of being. The once rich land between her ears, now laid waste, by all her fears. Chaos reigns in darkened spaces, trips and triggers from those places. Who can free those trapped inside? Where bound to lies, they do abide? Rejected, hated and pushed away those dreaded voices who want their say. Pushing out with ugly feelings, of hurt and pain from life’s cruel dealings. Open the door you locked…
Battle Scars The visible battle scars of her hurt and angry soul were carved in stripes across her forearms. The newer cuts were still red with inflammation, shouting at me about the despair and turmoil on the inside. Betty is fighting for her life. In fact, she has been fighting all her life. Fighting to live, and sometimes fighting to die. Betty is anxious, snapping her joints, bending her fingers hard, pinching herself and digging her fingernails deep into her…