Tuesday, January 12, 2010

i am popcorn

encapsulated in the warmth of your beginnings

promise of nurture and love


dawning of life, stark reality


a replacement for what was lost


there will be no legitimacy for you


 
        keeping secrets not your own


        lying to protect the guilty


        wanting and wishing and praying for more


        left with nothing and no answers


        there will be no security for you


                normalcy something experienced in media


                in large blended families and in song


                watching the lives of others with longing


                yet trapped in the life of your own


                there will be no family for you
 

                        a gift of thinking, one to exploit


                       used to plan and fulfill an escape


                        no resources to pursue the ultimate dream


                        resolved to settle for the expected


                        there will be no dreams for you
 

                                 with no understanding of unity


                                 no sense of feeling safe and secure


                                 reaching out to fill the hole in your soul


                                 used, abused, exploited, discarded


                                 there will be no honor for you


                                        hiding from a return to your past


                                        marriage full of hope, promises, fear


                                        aware too late the error of judgment


                                        ensnared in a life not willingly chosen


                                        there will be no fairy tale for you


                                               honesty shared becomes a barb


                                               meant to gore you through and through


                                               your heart’s blood spilled, wasted


                                               on a failed dream and promise


                                               there will be no romance for you


                                                          resentment turned against you


                                                          your soul under constant attack


                                                          verbal assaults meant to destroy you


                                                          in an attempt to control and manipulate


                                                          there will be no love for you


                                                                  in a life such as this


                                                                  where human needs for survival denied


                                                                  how does a spirit survive unscathed?


                                                                  how can hope and love still burn from within?


                                                                  there will be no peace for you 

 

 

 there will be none of these for you


 your life is forged in this fire


growth and expansion from this fire is


God’s gift bringing an understanding


There will be release for your spirit in the fire of God’s love.



I am popcorn.




Debbie 2010











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