Trust me, my dear, if you could

Only understand

I am not an evil one

Sent from a distant land

I am just a simple woman

Whose heart is wracked with grief

Whose soul’s been beaten with a stick

As I’ve stared in disbelief

Shell shocked, aftershock

These terms you know them well

This is what I’m feeling

As I plummet straight to Hell

Live in the past, you do not

For this, you are lucky, dear

My heart still hurts, my brain’s still burnt

For pain that has happened near

So please forgive me, my Dear Love

If my healing is too slow

Know that I am trying every single day

To remember our time in the snow

07/07/2003

Author's Note: this was written for my husband, in my ever constant battle to help him understand my internal war over the hurt his daughter has brought upon our family for so long... some people don't heal as quickly as others... especially when it keeps happening...

Posted on 07/08/2003
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