I shuffle through torn pages with words smudged , hardly reading material . These excrement’s are what is left of the memories of my life. A mere shadow blown across the distant time and passages as I listen to Finch - Ender, play on the computer. I browse back and forth effortlessly through time in no order , but it goes without forgiveness, The hands I held in the moonlight in the ocean ,naked under the moon, and one innocent kiss- you think could last forever but ends, with one summer. As I released everything we were in 5 years – I course forward through time… Stretching thin –dragging a broken heart with me. Years go by. A marriage ends. To harsh words and a man in a mask. Left single again. I quicken now to poetry and patterns. I remember walking down the streets at night
praying , As I watched through plate glass windows, manikin faces putting their children to bed. Wondering could this ever be my fate? Is love something someone could hold for me? Is this my possibility? I stroll back as a child a father figure who raped me . He stole my worth, but I knew if I believed in God’s word , I wouldn’t have to go through this over and over again. Could someone see the priceless treasures in me?
It’s been 3 years since that day 3 more broken relationships including a marriage. To a man who yet didn’t see my worth. I sit here now in front of a computer. Back at square one. Different today then the girl pondering the people behind the glass walls. If I did see my worth in God’s eyes I wouldn’t of let them walk on me or beat me down. I am not a victim to them, just to myself. Believing the lies they told me. When Jesus said ,” you’re ok.