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Melissa Svensen Poem
Running down the dark circles of yesterdays memories
Circling the shame and remembering the sickness of the behaviors used to cope
Coping became another way of shaming a broken soul
Don't let the light shine if your not ready to expose the shame
Don't talk about it and try and hide
Hiding is a full time disposition and demands all that is left
Emptiness threatens to steal what is lost
Open the light of the soul
A floodgate of emotion will drowned the shame back into its rightful place
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Music Pumping
Lights Flashing
Drinks Passing
Drugs Calling
Pride Growing
Love Leaving
People Cheating
Hearts Longing
Eyes Glowing
Evil Prowling
Clocks ticking
Morning Coming
Kids Wondering
Mommy Dancing
Kids Missing
Attention Lacking
Hearts Hurting
Pain Growing
Selfishness Overpowering
Mommy Leaving
Sex Begining
Drugs Passing
Soul Deading
Head Spinning
Love Missing
Kids Sleeping
Mommy Laughing
Sunlight Coming
Blinds Closing
Cigarette's Glowing
Mirrors Lying
Rooms Changing
Hes Longing
Porn Viewing
Using her
Letting him
Tradegy growing
Mind Blowing Clubs.
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At night you come and rapture my thoughts
A memory floods in and fear takes my rest
You come and steal my peace like it should have never been mine in the first place.
Almost asleep, here you come. Fear overtakes me.
I am free
I am safe
Keep reminding me please.
Is this all a dream? Am I really here in this place?
Is it really safe?
When can I let go?
When can I peak out the covers...my safety?
Why do you keep coming back?
Wake up again in a panic, heart racing and scared.
What will it be like, I think.......
What will it be like.
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My father died when I was young, but my real Father has been there all along.
My father was jaded, hated, lost, and confused, but my real Father is perfect,
loves all,
knows the right direction and never hesitates to show me the way.
My father spoke word curses over my life causing dysfunction, pain, and
confusion, but my
real Father erased those marks with compassion and redemption.
My father made me speak abuse about my mother and made me watch as he
hurt her, but my
real Father restored my relationship with my Mother and works to heal her from
the abuse.
My father choose to place me in the middle of his circle of chaos, but my real
Father
rescued me and set me in his circle of acceptance and peace.
My father fed me poison on a dirty fork, but my real Father feeds me wisdom on a
silver spoon.
My father left me more than once, but my real Father promises to never leave.
My father gave me a gift of pennies from the burnt hole in is pocket, but my real
Father
gives me irreplaceable blessings set aside for a princess.
My father took my smile and locked it up in a cage, but my real Father had the key
the
whole time.
My father only loved me when it was convenient for him, but my real Father loved
me even
when I hated him.
My father taught me that life is a battle and we will never win, but my real Father
taught
me that Love Always Wins.
To my real Father- Jesus.
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