The Wound

Time has passed and many years elapsed
Since I walked upon that ground
That abandoned me wounded and alone
Now visions haunt me as my life dance carries on

Can I reach that place so deep inside me?
Where even the brave fear to go
A place so deep and hidden
It has taken years to open

So young and innocent
Dancing under the Acacia tree
Imagining a life of joy
Cut so deep by those I trusted

Left to find my way
In a world so foreign and new
No one to help me learn the path
Only harsh commands to follow

No Mother to guide my childish dreams
I can not reach for help or ask advice
I can not get a hug or be told I’m loved
Just guided by hands of the enemy

Can I find the courage to face this hurt
And label it for what it is
Abuse, mental, spiritual, physical
Once identified, no longer my adversary

This monster I will breach
And face with valor so intense
Because those I love
Deserve the whole of me!

Isolated Hill

Standing upon an isolated hill
Seeing those I love, drive away
The pain in my heart may not kill
But my soul will ache for years

I am alone and secluded here
No touch to heal my wounds
Only words, pinches and sneers
That binds my spirit in hell

I beg to be released from this nightmare
Silent screams fill my days
Please come and take me home
Don’t leave me so alone

Tears are soundless as I weep
Waiting for the kiss that heals
Those lips will never touch my cheek
My dreams are filled with fear

My ache turns to anger
My screams, go unheard
Left alone, but I will not die
My soul has hidden this burden deep

I hide myself deep inside
The fear, the ache so dangerous
I do not want to stand upon that isolated hill
To watch you leave me once again!

Boarding School Survivor

I have been dealing a lot with issues related to my boarding school experiences. It has been difficult and encouraging. I have found that I am not alone! For many years I felt very isolated because I thought that I was the only one who suffered. Recently I was able to acknowledge that I was the subject of mental, spiritual and physical abuse. The way to healing is allowing the Lord to help me release the poisonous memories and speaking the truth in love about what happened. My screams for help went unheard as a child, now my voice can never be silent. I must speak, to heal, to let others know they are not alone and to protect the nest generation of MK’s.