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I was beaten into silence as a young child
from my father's brutalizing rage and
psychological torture as he punched me.
When I was 5, a man exposed himself, to me
I ran fast terrified, no words were spoken.
When I was 21 my boyfriend said, “I’m going to
F-Up your pretty face so no one ever looks
at you again,” with that, I had no words.
When the ER doctors urged me to tell the Police
that boyfriend fractured my cheekbone & blackened
my eyes, I never spoke of these assaults.
When riots broke out in high school, a large boy
shoved me against the wall, his hands on my
throat, he yelled say something, I had no words.
When several powerful lawyers I worked
with made sexual comments, I quit instead
of finding my words.
When a careless driver struck me down
altering my life, as I lay in the street,
a crowd around me, I had no words.
While visiting a relative, her drunken boyfriend
kicked me in the eye almost detaching my
retina, in court I cried, no words were spoken.
At a club, I drank soda, got dizzy; a guy put me
in his car, as I vomited; he threw me behind a
building; I never spoke of this attempted rape.
When my ex-husband committed
emotional & physical crimes against me,
I left without a word.
Still society has bullied me into silence otherwise
risking the harsh judgment of their punishing
remarks on my character.
Today, my words are not so eloquent,
but they do contain hard truths, as
God is always my Witness.
Surviving amidst diagnosed ailment
…along stressful burdensome involvement
…around complex bonding entanglement
…against trials and hardships’ bombardment…
My will strives for triumphant fulfillment.
Surviving despite self-imprisonment
…defying vain critics for improvement
…dealing with guilt upon truth’s indictment
…detaching from social media’s infringement…
My will remains grateful in peace-contentment.
Surviving for the best every moment
…fueled with oxygen’s free endowment
…fenced from greed’s covetousness-detriment
…fired by love, care and kindness sentiment…
My will focuses on life enjoyment.
Surviving with faith’s blest empowerment
…working toward eternal investment
…walking via spiritual enforcement
…witnessing miraculous wonderment…
My will wins over carnal allurement.
Surviving to do granted assignment
…tasked with valued life-building engagement
…taught as a mentor of firm commitment
…trained in pursuing worthy achievement…
My will trusts sovereign predicament.
Woe unto my will that survives without GOD, for without HIM, I can do nothing*.
John 15:5 I am the vine, ye are the branches: He that abideth in me (JESUS CHRIST), and I in him, the same bringeth forth much fruit: for without me ye can do nothing.
October 15, 2020
2nd place, "Will to Survive" Contest
Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 10/15/2020.
Full of anger
Mind feeling defeated
Living through a historical time
A Pandemic got the world at a stand still
Wishing this was a dream
My soul looking for relaxation
Blocking out the chaos of the world
Coronavirus got everyone on edge
Mediation my spirit feel free
Humming away the anxieties
Laughing depression away
Walking fear away
Running towards recovery,
Recovery of tomorrow’s
At a stand still
In time of reflection
Realizing what matters,
What doesn’t matter
Detaching from material things
Reprogramming my reality
Goodbyes to the inconsistent
Reframing from the inconsiderate
At a stand still
Familiar love la familia
Open arms to unconditional love
Manifesting my dreams into reality
Vision my plan of action
Cast away my fears
Clap away my hurts
Dancing to my joy
Breathe in fresh starts
Wash away sorrows
Tear away sadness
What if the incessant torture didn’t happen so many dark
times, but it’s unimaginable for you to comprehend isn’t it?
What if there wasn’t such violence against me, I wouldn’t have
bled on those I loved most while devastated in my poorest sorrow.
What if the sins they committed against me didn't happen I
could've led a life without inconsolable despair.
What if my father didn’t knock me down the stairs as he spat
his poison on me, leaving me in an insufferable existence.
What if my mom protected me from the cruelty and abuse,
or showed love, I wouldn’t have hung my head in shame.
What if the kids at school didn't shove me against the wall
shouting obscenities, I could've learned to make friends.
What if my peers didn’t cause heart wrenching pain in my
teenage years, I wouldn’t have thought about ending my life.
What if that female relative didn’t kick me in the stomach,
laughing as I vomited and collapsed, I could’ve trusted woman.
What if the other female relative’s drunken boyfriend didn’t kick
me in the eye detaching my retina, I could’ve had faith in family.
What if anyone cared, after hit and run, I dragged my body and
leg cast across the floors tending to my needs, feeling utter ruin.
What if I was treated humanely in that rented room instead the
landlord locked the bathroom forcing me to go in a garbage can.
What if, my employer showed kindness as I arrived with black eyes,
instead of forcing me to work where everyone could see my shame.
What if that employer tried to help me when a car struck me, altering
my body, limping into work with a full leg cast, instead they fired me.
Despite their disgraceful abuse, I'm hopeful I can bring healing
to the demoralized by my charitable works and unconditional love.
What if these ruthless people didn’t destroy me; I could’ve been
a strong Advocate on behalf of Victims of Abuse and Persecution.
What if my words can lift up another broken person, by bringing
them the slightest hope that God will lead them to safety.
Still, though, I implore God to show His mercy and kindness
while raising me up out of this hell so I can finally be at peace.
I longed for more time
to lay cornerstones,
but life had started
detaching my soles
I wanted more daylight
to see a Galaxy of beauty
that rested,
within one finger of breath
I desired of many things
to walk the Ponte Vecchio
and glimmer in its wares,
casting a reflection in the Arno
that wavered to the Vasari
to shelter
beneath a Sistine vision
as Michelangelo, Raphael
Botticelli and Bernini
dart in and out
of my haunt,
smudging all in view
to drink the atmosphere
of Stonehenge,
drowning in its history
and laying as sacrifice
in a swoon of blood
‘I want’
screamed a child in me
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I’ve become a fresco
fingerprinted,
with need and desire
astral traveling
from the nib of my pen,
I sate my thirst
but,
as time lessens,
and daylight fades
in the history
that is me
‘I have’
what whispers in thralls
a will that ever dreams
1
the goose is putting signature
on the plume detaching from its tail
the queue is overflowed with crowd
groping in the memory of the gathering people
so many safety pins and cello-tapes
are found
on the shoulders of some wayfarers
there is the stammering cold
2.
the body-language of the moon
is being so changed
the enthusiastic may test
blood came down
when the tap is on
and sweat
now birds from siberia
are flowing in through the disc antenna
the dravidian air is ever changing
now none can get ruined
following all the grammar
3.
the sole hunger of the winter
is being noted down in the note book
covered with human-skin
the clouds of the summer and the rainy season
are salivating
the garrulous spiders are detaching the shells
of the dead deer and putting the gardens in the iron-chest
throwing dry leaves to shoo away the coke
oh, the sleeveless palms
are all the new girl-friends ok
4.
putting on the rain-coat to save the skin
or it’s an armour
is your body safe
fireworks are twinkling
piercing
the fire-brigade has gone to a joyful journey with the clouds
admit the charisma of the bathroom
you the adult buffalo
don’t forget to tell
the experienced cormorants have flown in from the marshland
5.
diving in search of kisses
I saw all are stings
even the wicker tray with the articles of ceremonial reception
can’t escape bite
would you be clean
oh engrossed abir
so many flakes of snow on the branches of the guava tree
the festival is in your teeth also
tame your blood
don’t submerge the river into the waves
and there is the sky
beg a rail
Darkening my door
a shadow in the night,
I was sitting very still
freezing with the fright
A silhouette of menace
was coming into view,
heart did cease its beating
stomach wants to spew
At first it had no meaning
this shadow on the wall,
and with clarity regained
began the tipping of my fall
Detaching from the shadow
a man stepped into light,
throwing off this feeling
I wedded with his sight
Instantly attracted
by the glimmer in his eyes,
walking in a daze
bedazzled with his lies
The curve of his mouth
seduced me to lust,
brain was yelling NO !
this man you cannot trust !!
Taken in his arms
frigid in this hold
freezing every muscle
my head does start to roll
As neck revealed a contour
he simply couldn’t resist,
the mask of seduction fell
with the parting of his lips
Slipping into transcend
the meaning of the flesh,
As my life does dwindle
my soul begins it’s rest
And every now and then
as we’re hunting in the night,
I live within my memories
the remembered grace of life
Detaching myself from past experiences' dilemma
determined heart of mine denounces deceit-dominance
dauntless to soar despite distractions…
Devastated by dear Mom’s demise
distressed due to Dad’s despair over his darling’s death
despondent soul faced courage draining…
Demoralized with Brod’s departure from vowed kingdom duties
decreasing steadfastness questioned difficult virtue-demands
debilitating commitment’s diligence, struggling to defy doubts…
Despicable guilt-angst drowned my devotion
dampening service zeal with deafening “don’ts”
drying the will’s sap with demeaning failure doom…
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Delivered triumphantly from days of despair
discreet spirit does cleave to God for His direction
daily yielding to Him midst complete dependence…
Dealt well by the Saviour’s grace to face such decade
dedicated indomitable spirit, propped with decisiveness
deterred not to deny my LORD Who secures me around His defense…
Driven now to ascend midst lurking detours
divinely-braced faith derails disorientation
drawn* to GOD for reaching-out ministerial delight.
*James 4:8 Draw nigh to God, and he will draw nigh to you.
January 13, 2021
…it’s all over. A bridge once stood here. Strong and sturdy where we could safely tread and reach the distance, hand in hand, secure in one another’s embrace.
Our travels, as the years went by and the storms came and went, seemed to wear upon this bridge, our hands detaching one digit at a time.
These hands know not a gentle touch from one another any longer. Instead, now stands distance where once stood a mighty bridge. Now dangling rope and splintered wood with an insurmountable chasm between where once we stood, hand in hand.
We could curse the bridge, but why hold disdain for such a thing as the very path that once brought us together. We could curse each other, but such hurtful and hollow platitudes hold no weight.
The chasm is too deep and too long however.
So long, my dearest friend. May one day we find another bridge to cross, another path to travel, and the warm embrace we once enjoyed so very long ago.
Why, does existing have to be
a visit of time then leaves me.
Threads of my life are still unsaid.
Silently I wipe away tears
of lapsing thoughts, sorrow and fears;
throwing off spider webs of thread.
I stand by the window and gaze
at white ships depart a blue maze
they have sought to borrow ahead.
Everyday another Sunday.
Every day is silent and grey;
prison of aches and pain I dread.
Why, does existing have to be
burdensome. My mortal thoughts flee
like rain drumming at my window,
then trickles releasing a dam
leaving me brittle to exam
my own conscious; what do I know.
Surpassing life hopes as I winch
loneliness devours inch by inch.
My lips quake and swell at my low
detaching my dying cinder.
I can't take another winter
confronted with the ebb and flow,
not being able to foresee
mental skills decline as I grow
old and suppose to comfort me.
6/13/2018