Stinging Pain Unresolved:

Left without assistance I needed.
Spent a weekend and begged, and pleaded,
For some kind of guidance and therapy.
Pain still stings.
I wish I had huge wings
So I could fly high into the sky.

What to do, what to do?
They say each day starts out new.
But apparently they have no clue,
They say it starts from the inside too.
But I say I need help from someone on the outside looking in.
They don’t know or understand the life I’ve lead or where I’ve been.
When oh when is it my time to win?

The only help I received was through Marijo, church, missionaries and my own strength.
The staff just came and checked on me from an arm’s length.

It’s hard when I'm in pain,
Over my mind it reigned,
I hope this misery ends soon,
So I won’t be so drained.

Somewhere out there, there has to be some answers,
Not just a bunch of dancers.

Thanks Lord, for at least holding things at bay,
I hope tomorrow’s day is a better day.
Your word’s of comfort have help exhort me back to where I need to be.
Marijo is the one who helps me be a better she.


This poem was centered towards West house crisis center.