Stale smile Is all you get Frozen expression If I happen to see you Ice cold Is all I can be Once you have hurt me this deep. ~Susan McMillan
Once trust is broken Walls are bound To go up! On a silver platter I served you my trust… You broke it! You shattered it To dust! On the same platter I took back the trust And built my Wall; Impenetrable! ~Susan McMillan
Being numb To being hurt For it’s familiar… ~Susan McMillan (Can a heart get used to being hurt?)
Grandma’s eyes Knew to hold tears in place like A wedding bouquet to a bride . Aunt had died Her shell was to be buried She was grandma’s baby That I knew… My eyes “wanted” to see grandma’s tears I wanted to cry with grandma I wanted to share grandma’s pain At least one more…… Continue reading Grandma’s tears.
Broken past Bound by grace Building nations Without a notion Of oil and water Black and white But God’s grace For His people . Christ as the foundation, Cry beloved nation Cry beloved Children Cry beloved people For His Grace is sufficient To heal our nation. Susan McMillan A cry for our nation
Fancy pain I call it; assembled with might to not break even if it hurts. Bruised petal it is; still standing as it dies. Broken wings; of a bird that still tries to fly. Steady stream; of a rolling River about to burst through rocks. A crack; in a glass about to shatter at the…… Continue reading Bottled tears
Gently I fold my hands dropping to my knees Weeping for losses Not my own this time Losses of my neighbor elsewhere Losses that hurt Losses that weaken my knees Losses that push me to that thought; Forgive I say to my heavenly Father, Help me to forgive Help them to forgive Help us to…… Continue reading Prayer
Mama, Mama, mama, mama Didn’t you hear me cry? Didn’t you hear me call? Calling for you in that nightmare; That left me weak That left me bruised That shattered me That had me hurting That left me scarred Mama, Why? Why did you? Why did you let go; Let go of this child? Mama,…… Continue reading Mama?
Abuse is painful Like a leech it drains our blood Steals our courage and strength to speak up A heart knows to hold it The pain bleeding into our present At times staining those we love A mind knows to replay it Soiling our happy moments The deep scars will remind us too The monster’s…… Continue reading Hurts to remember!
Perhaps you have read snippets of me here and there on this blog and wondered why the many poems geared towards abuse. Well, I have lived through many seasons of pain and among them was childhood abuse. It left me broken and honestly saying I was a moving zombie would give you a crystal clear…… Continue reading Abuse recovery