Whore Edwin Hofert

Whore Edwin Hofert Sure I'm on the right track both eyes set dead ahead. The big threat to my future came from back behind instead. Many of the ones I loved had launched their own attack. You see the ones I trusted had a clear shot at my back. I sat alone two years on end so broken up inside. They never knew or even asked about the tears I cried. Instead they told their jokes of me and laughed at all my pain. Then said that it was my own fault. Then they called me insane. The proof they have ten miles long but some I must have missed. It's one side of a story they gave a little twist? They didn't mind a single bit when they thought the world can't hear me. Suddenly more threatened as more of you drew near me. They started slowly reaching out and they found the words to say. One by one they found my friends and then drove them away. I wonder do they think about if they had saved me from my hell? A whole lot less to worry about or the secrets I might tell. The way it was is how it is they were my tears to cry. Still sometimes I ask myself why'd they leave me there to die? No one stood beside me as I watched my dreams get shattered. No one stood beside me because that's how much I mattered. Then something started changing I began to heal inside. I tried to rise just one more time to face the world outside. Every corner that I turned they've already been. They told them I'm a monster just like they said back then. Not wanting confrontation not strong enough to fight. I returned back to my room and I sat down to write. I wrote of broken hearts I've known and times when love seemed free. The only things I wrote they read were sad poems about me. They said of me some awful things that here I dare not mention. They told the world that I'm a whore just craving some attention. They could not criticize my poems with flow and ebb and rhyme. They could not criticize my price I didn't charge a dime. And so they came up from behind with cruel things to say that hurt. With plans to throw me to the curb like an old worn out T shirt But I had grown beyond my pain I was silenced for too long. That day a sinner prayed to God. Lord help me to be strong. I told Him I am much too weak to face this on my own. Deep within I heard a voice saying (you are not alone) Still I trembled in my doubt for what I would go through. First ray of sunshine that I saw was the day God sent me you. Edwin C Hofert Mon Apr 13th