What I Know

I know what it’s like
to feel empty and lost,
deep within winter,
shattered with frost
where all thoughts are tortured,
distorted and crossed

I know what it’s like
to feel hated, insulted,
my integrity and being
reviled and assaulted,
never once asked the truth
and never consulted

I know what it’s like
to court suicide
to be driven to corners
where black horrors hide
and nightmares and gargoyles
live deep inside

I know what it’s like
to seek a way out
from a place filled with sorrow,
frustration and doubt,
where no one can hear
my despairing great shout

On the other hand, though,
I know just as well
what it’s like in high places,
far beyond hell
where everything’s peaceful
and loving, and well

And I know what it’s like
to be joyous and kind,
to have sins forgiven,
mistakes left behind
and it’s here, in this state,
redemption I’ll find

I know, with His Grace, 
His incredible kindness 
He’ll embrace & enfold me 
in His Arms, where I’ll find rest 
and be finally healed 
from this burning soul blindness

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Neva Brown

Date: 8/1/2009 6:22:00 AM

love this poem, Rebecca. I know someone who needs to read this, so they will see there is a reason for life...you've said it all, so well

Norman Littleford

Date: 8/1/2009 3:08:00 AM

Brilliant poem, wonderfully put together, great imagary and I love the way you've made redemption the crescendo, everyone must relate to some part of this poem, hopefully more relate to the end than the beginning, best wishes---Norman