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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

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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

 

 

 

 

Hurtful Mouth Spawn!

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Your mouth spills venomous poison.
Selling hurtful jabs as truth.
Spawning falsities and confusion,
While you stand proud and aloof!

Wrestling with whether I should agree,
With your situational interpretations.
Playing out the scenarios again and again,
Attempting to learn from replays in slow motion.

Sometimes settling into acceptance,
Of that which is not mine to embrace.
Other times empowered by defiance,
Of your strong efforts to deface.

If I don’t know my truth,
I’ve nothing to use as defense.
But I think I’ll resolve to walk away,
Seek clarity, and fight offense!!!

©E.D. Allee
January, 2014

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Can’t Let Go…

Getting in touch with that pain,
The deep seated hurt which whispers
Remembrances upon raw ears.
Escape seems the only option,
So you seek it where you can.
No easement in your bereavement.
No comfort for your soul.
On fire with the unrelenting flames of sadness,
Waiting, biding time, wishing for the numbness
Humanity can never provide.
So you sit alone, and cry…

Seemingly endless tears
Threaten to submerge you in a watery abyss,
Which you prefer to living.
To float upon pains’ waves
In search of an island where you can stay.
Where memories of them
Aren’t tangibly all encompassing.
Void of the trinkets and images
Confined to frames.
The frames with illusive boundaries,
Unable to contain their essence,
False immortalizations
Once treasured and admired.

In time these feelings will subside?
One day I won’t be chained to this preoccupation?
Peace will return while I know breath?
Or will I continue to remain in this desolation?

May you look to God,
Comforter to the broken hearted. (Matthew 5:4)
I wish you peace for your soul,
And liberation from your despondence.
Time softens the anguish,
Believe what you cannot see
The hope of healing,
And lessening of your grief.

©e.d allee
January, 2014

 

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