Below is original poetry and artwork. Many of our poets wished to remain anonymous for understandable reasons. I hope their messge helps those of you who might be in need. Please respect the poet's anonymity and do not reuse the poetry!
Affirmation of Freedom
I am being freed
from the stifling kind of fear
that the life miracle
would never happen to me
that I would never make it,
either in this world
or any other.
I am being freed
from a guilt
that gnawed my soul away
when I failed to perform
or meet the expectations
other placed upon me
or the expectations I thought
God was laying upon me
I am being freed
from a groveling self-pity
that buried myself
in myself
I am being freed
from the tenacious bonds
of works-righteousness,
the deep drive
to be right
and do right
in order that God and my friends
might count me worthy
I am being freed
from sin
life centered in self,
locked-in living.
From all this,
yes, and more, much more.
I am being freed to life.
Liberated
Released from the shackles of proving,
and Dancing
in the joy of being.
STOP
a blow
undiked tears
damaged seeds
growing fear,
misshapen
tradition
rooting life
unwatered
barren fields
a blow
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The following poems are original poetry by an author who wishes to remain anonymous.
A Child's Fear
Made in the image
Of you, It frightens me
That I may become as
Helpless, and never
Escape to a world where I can find
Refuge and grow strong
Memoirs of the Wind
Against the wind
Breaking through the
Clouds of
Dawn in the
East, rose an all too
Familiar sense that
Grasped at my
Heart and stole my
Innocence once more.
January winds always seemed to
Knock the hardest
Leaving no physical damage, only
Memories of the pain that
No one would ever see; but
Once out of the
Prison that held that pain, my
Quest would be to live
Righteously as others did and
Salvage all the goodness that he had
Taken from me. He, who was
Undeserving of my love; the
Villain in my past
Who had abused my
Xanthous body and destroyed my
Youth, would now blow out as the
Zephyr would blow in.
Secrets
Spots of brown, sprinkled on a pearl white face;
Orbs of blue innocence, hiding disgrace.
A secret I beheld that no one knew,
And careful I was to give not a clue.
I prayed each night as I lay down to sleep,
"Help me dear Lord", as I began to weep,
"Make a decision, to tell what I must,
For no one else knows of my father's lust."
I closed my eyes and awoke that morning
Only to hear that familiar warning.
"Don't tell anyone or you will be dead"
The secret was safe, locked up in my head.
Never should a child of such a young age
Be troubled with such pain, anger, and rage.
Many years have passed since those times of fear
And yet the pain lives on year after year.
Does he realize the damage he's done?
And all of those days I've wished for a gun,
To put an end to my life and my pain
For in my dreams, he touches me again.
A Safe Haven
by, Christie Jones
A long, long hallway,
Filled with stories
Which can never be told.
Colorful quilts,
Skylights bright,
A sanctuary from fear.
Children�s laughter,
Mother�s braveness,
Balances of anguish.
A feeling of hope,
Some feelings of dread,
Of what is to come.
A safe haven
Is not forever,
We only wish it was.
Choices are mad
Lives are changed,
The same,
Better,
Worse.
Sanctuary
A mirror of
ugliness
shown in her eyes and
echoed
from her lips
Life had been
cruel
to her and her to it
She did not know
love.
She knew the
darkness of
pain
and feared
reaching out.
All that knew her
did not fear
reaching in.
This artwork is an original sketch called "Dominoes" It was done by a very talented artist: Jacqueline Hughes! Please don't use sketch for personal use without giving credit to the artist.
