Poetic Journey in Personal Discovery

Posts tagged ‘hurt’

Revisited…

The pain of yesterday,
Is now the pain of today.
Old hurts resurface,
Showing no mercy or restraint.

New tears are cried,
Off the drips of tears past.
Sorrows thought buried,
Exit their open tombs intact.

But now…

The peace of today,
Strives to shred yesterday’s pains.
God’s love buffers old hurts.
Stale are the tears which remain.

However…

The sorrow is slower to leave.
Spilling and merging with my porous soul.
Painting dull colors upon my countenance,
Making movements surreal and slow.

It cruelly replays dark memories,
Blanketing thick shadows on my heart.
Actively consuming hope,
Tearing apart healing scars,

Mistakes made on destruction’s heels,
Existence defined only as “survive”.
I’m reminded again,
How it feels to be barely alive…

 

Bricked Regret…

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When I address my reflective sight,
I see regret’s birth and nurtured growth.
Brick upon brick of wrong choices,
In valid confidence or carelessness I chose.

The wall I erected and enshrined,
Has mostly collapsed into mounds.
Present in pieces only,
Shifting slowly into my past’s hollowed grounds.

Yet portions of the wall,
Reinforced by recollection’s steel.
Remain sturdy and strong,
I even think I see a new tier.

On that wall, my biggest regrets…

I often consider how ungrateful I used to be,
The endless days spent immersed in self-pity.
How long I lived seeing no one but me.

Rarely recognizing the multitude of blessings I knew.
Focusing on all the hurt and wrongs caused by “you”.
Seeing only reason for anger and resentments upon review.

But, Now I see, eyes perhaps too open.

I’ve been given so much,
Family and provision to sustain me.
Trauma, abuse, but strength to endure,
Often walking dead, yet gifted to breathe.

No matter my pain at any time,
There’s always one who suffers more.
I was so blind to what I had,
Rich in much, living spiritually poor.

Forgive me Father,
For not seeing the truth.
That all the while I justified my rebellion,
I should have been thanking You…

©E.D. Allee
March, 2014

 

 

 

 

 

 

Caged Heart…

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The windows of my soul are shut,
My hearts door is now locked.
I’ve shed tears till I can no longer cry,
Yet, the pain that is you won’t stop.

Why did I ever let you in?
How could I not discern,
The true nature that defines you?
Will I ever learn?

You stole then crushed my heart,
A practiced criminal in love.
My security has always been low,
And you called my strength bluff.

I think I’ve gotten away from you,
That I’m finally free of your remains.
But I’m reminded when the wind blows,
Pieces of me you still have in chains.

©E.D. Allee
March, 2014

Pic: http://s434.photobucket.com/user/kahunafiji/media/hearts%20and%20light/CageHeart.jpg.html

*note: channelling a past Elizabeth here.

Pieces…

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Trapped within the broken reflection,
Pieces scattered on the ground.
Connected to the fallen shards,
Did wholeness ever abound?

Destroyed, like the trust,
She once loosely knew.
Shattered like her hope,
Unfamiliar and askew.

Eyes, smokey black and blue,
The shades all wrong.
Far from reflecting the pain within.
A torturous hurt he prolongs.

©E.D. Allee
March, 2014

Pic: http://patesco.files.wordpress.com/2012/08/mirror.jpg

 

Good Enough…

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Feeling not good enough,
Try as she may.
Holding in her tears,
With a smile on her face.

Trying not to let him hinder her,
He’s only one upon the earth.
She knows in her mind,
He doesn’t measure her worth.

But it’s in her heart,
Where the pain grows stronger.
A tree watered by his acid words. Disapproving glances make her smaller.

Trying to remember the truth she has adopted,
Within the heart God gave her.
Forgetting momentarily, her gained wisdom,
She lets him destroy her happily ever after.

TRUTH:
She’s more than enough,
A beautiful child of the living God.
Perfected daily,
By God’s everlasting, healing love.

©E.D. Allee
March, 2014

Pic: http://www.deviantart.com/art/The-Pain-of-Life-404138298

 

 

Tick, Tick, Tick… Held Inside

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She holds it all inside,
The hurts and fear she feels.
Slave to sustaining appearances,
A false smile offered to conceal.

Reaching out is weakness to her,
Established in her destructive strength.
Alone in a world she keeps at bay,
Within herself she continues to sink.

Her insides stew, destined to escape,
Without her approval or permission.
Unable to maintain her hiding,
In the depths of emotional oppression.

In fury, in rage, in lamenting tears,
Hidden no more, is what’s inside.
Control was simply a cruel illusion,
A consequence of denial and pride.

©E.D. Allee
March, 2014

Pic: http://talesofnightwing.deviantart.com/art/Silence-427621465

 

 

Many Sufferings…

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The sight of human suffering,
The sound of another’s pain.
I feel such angst, over my minimal power,
To bring about much needed change…

Suffering, like flourishing blossoms,
From foundational, fertile soil.
Petals fall like tears from swollen eyes,
Turmoil and distress are nourished and toiled.

There’s a world of hurting souls,
Yet many a closed eye remain.
The wilting and fallen are often ignored,
Perpetuating heartache’s stains.

Water, sunlight, and tending,
Compassionate hands for healthy growth,
Prayers, time, and giving,
Sharing love can ease pain and give needed hope…

©E.D. Allee
February, 2014

Art: http://rerinkin.deviantart.com/art/Marigold-Suffering-and-Pain-300872593

 

 

 

 

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