Sep 23, 2004 13:40
The pain moves through me, there were times I wished for it to end, for it to leave a lasting end. Never where the eyes could see. Yet she touched a spirit in need. His hand would bring healing, his touch encouraging. A spirit mended once again.
It was never just one time, it was daily. There was a time despair was overwhelming. A babe within, memories, kept me there. A heart battered, broken. Walking back, finding, forgiveness... promises made.
In an instant life can change, what was once can turn on it's head and become something else. There was a time I was secure and unafraid. Then she turned my life around, I did her bidding, afraid. The babe meant little.
I still see, I still feel at times. Nothing she ever did mattered, from the moment the light came through.
It has been a strange day.