Dark Side Lightened
I benefit from this anguish.
Your judgment that finds faith
lacking. You reveal secrets.
Pull truth from my heart like
a colorful magician’s scarf. I choke
on the hate. Vomit anger, and
bite down on the bitterness of repulsive
slavery. I weep.
you empty me.
Remember my image to me, the
heart you canvased in my mother’s womb.
Brushstroke light, concealed in
a masterpiece through the shadows of my suffering.
Dedicated to the many children who experience abuse.
I am on my Facebook Page for the next half hour if you have questions about the poem or abuse.
This is so lovely, Karisa. And the dedication makes it particularly meaningful.
Thanks Anne. I’m so grateful God reaches into these hard and painful places.
What well-crafted words for a serious topic, Karisa
Thank you Jeannie!