Saturday, September 5, 2009
Abuse wears a coat of many colors.
Sometimes abuse is nothing other than an
insecure soul exerting power over another.
Their weakness shall not be my legacy.
I am stronger than that which dares to hold me down.
I will no longer swim in the tears of yesterday.
He strikes out at my heart and each lash but once against my soul
repeatedly pains with each memory.
She wanted it to come to and end,
so we may see a new beginning.
The pain of the spirit hurts worse than any wound to the flesh.
How do we stand up to the fear of a threat? Is a threat merely words? Imprison the flesh my soul is free.