Bright lights,
the bathroom seems
illuminated.
The little boy`s dread
seems to heighten
his senses.
Confused, alone,
he faces the babysitter
who draws him to her.
The sadness that lives
within her
coils, strikes,
triumphs.
V
c 2005 Deabler, V.T.
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Wow! That's frightening! "Coils, strikes, triumphs!" Shoot, this is even worse than the proverbial Aunt who commands a kiss at the door! Nightmare stuff V!
Hebrews 12:14-15
Make every effort to live in peace with all men and to be holy; without holiness no one will see the Lord. See to it that no one misses the grace of God and that no bitter root grows up to cause trouble and defile many.
While it isn't that often that I will put verse in the comments of poetry there is something powerful here just for you. Bitterness is like a weed that can grow wild and unchecked if allowed, the only thing that kills it is constant weeding. This poem is that weeding dear friend.
It is the weeding.
Hugs and faithful prayers. Christina K. Brown
The sadness that lives
within her
In revisiting this poem i found that this is the most profound line in the whole poem....the saddness that lives within her. It is a disease that consume the predator isn't it.
In the end they must forgive themselves even more so than we must forgive them for it isn't OUR eyes that they see peering back at them each morning when they look in the mirror. It is their own eyes they have to learn to trust.
ckb
Christina,
Thanks, I thought so!
Hugs,
V
Nightmare indeed. I wrote one I'm not sure I want to show. But it's called, "Let Me Be A Child When You're Through." (about my abusive father) It took a lot for me to write it. It takes more now to even read it. ((God protect this little boy.))
I agree with Christina that the most powerful line is about the sadness residing within the predator. I am also drawn to the words, "Confused" and "alone." These emotions are definitely enhansed by the glaring lights of the bathroom, almost as if the boy feels he is on stage.
I think many things reside within predators, but I don't believe sadness is one of them. But perhaps I'm biased, because I've worked with children for so many years.
Judi
Vince. I work with children. This is very hard for me to read and absorb. My heart goes out to "the little boy." Little, so little. And so blinded by light and overwhelmed by what he doesn't understand.
Sadness unaddressed can be so destructive, can't it?
Vicky
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Wow, this poem could bring anyone to a place they hadn't realized existed.
What a great journal.
Brandi
cool
Nice V!
Lisa
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