So many times, I have felt what it is like to be hated, to be mistreated. It doesn’t matter anymore. So many occurrences of the **** I’ve endured. But in the end, it doesn’t matter anyway because the end result is always the same. Hurting others with purpose and thought, but ****** is such a strong word.
Blessings have been gifted in my life, constant pain still resulting in the loss of more fake friends. The thought of his hands on my ****** body making me do things that children shouldn’t do. I’m over that, so I thought, and then the vision comes back and the memory returns with vengeance. Funny how memories come rushing back to you in the worst possible time, but I started with the strangest of clues.
emotions turbulent, keeping my mind spinning in an eternal hell filled memory. I try to give you your space,, but you carry me through all the obstacles Transient spirits both help to protect me and the dark entities attack from satans command. And, even with God’s love and guidance, Will never sell my soul for the world, only awaiting his coming. People’s thoughts are replaced by the scripture that was written so long ago, translated into hundreds of languages.
GOD COMES FIRST - MIND OVER MATTER - LOVE VS HATE - BOUNDARIES - RECOVERY - HOPE
This poem was written with a lot of heartfelt pain. Its about loss and about hopefulness. Any feedback is appreciated and thanks for taking the time to read it.