The Grid

A mother of eight Left to raise them on her own Damn that man...for dying And leaving her lost, alone A soldier of valor Stood his ground in the face of fear Now, he is court marshaled For the lies they wanted to hear A child hides in a closet Hearing every thwack of the belt Fighting the concern welling up To be experienced, processed, felt .......no grid Pain beyond measure Racks the prisoner of war Trying to get through the moment Til there will be no more .......breath Relief doesn't come In fact, it builds and festers Til the filters, ideals, beliefs Are sequestered .......to show themselves and .........Give an account to WHO????? If one has no reason And finds no need to question Life is just a series of events A journey without suggestion Hmmm....what's that like? Written by Trudy Schrader on 01-06-2019 Note: I have always had a grid. My encounter with TRUTH at 18 months set my path. Here I am now, faced with a truth I had never considered...it's a gift; therefore, compassion is necessary for understanding. I hope I have entered into the Grid deep enough to provide insight.