Thursday, April 12

wounds from a mother...



my heart is broken tonight...

jagged edges among the glass

and it cannot be made right.


shamed and rejected by one of my most beloved...

fingers pointing and pointedly accused

and nothing can be done.


if i speak up, defend myself...

use words to show my heart

only i would wear the shame.


so i sit here tonight with tears coursing silently down my cheeks,

as i wait upon the Lord

and in the mirror i see clothes torn,

ashes upon my face,

despair in my eyes...

and nothing more to be done.