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Poems that Help Heal These
poems and expressions were written during some of the most painful and tragic moments of my life. Some were written
during some precious moments too. The few words that live within our hearts many times are forgotten and when we write
them, we release the cherished moments to others to help them to understand how to heal...and what another person has gone
through. The inspirations
and tragedies create the person who once was the victim and now is the survivor. The survivor learns to
trust again, then to love again. A victim can be someone who has been emotionally distraught from a relationship,
a neglected child left alone or abandoned, an abused child or adult, and more so a victim of a
violent crime. This page is for healing. It shares poems and expressions for all those who would like to read, feel,
cry, and to heal! All poems on this page have been written by Starr.
Suppressed Anger and life of the abusedSuppressed Anger lashes out because of fear of being torn down mentally again. Insecurities possess a persons life deep inside. Not knowing how to breathe to cook, or when to eat... it might be wrong. Not knowing what to say, see or hear therefore it might be wrong. The tradition changes when someones mood is wrong. It doesn't matter about the stars that shine, the clouds that move or the moon that glows. Who cares? It's the selfishness in the day or night. Where's my angel so I can listen to him? Where's the love without mocking or mental destruction? The eyes I see are mine but the lies I see are his. When tears form my eyelids, the moments of anguish seep beneath my cheeks. The heart I carry is lost though in the hands of my maker. The suppressed anger forms from the fear in my life as one explains the pain of an abused wife. There is nothing else that can keep one here except hope, prayer and to fight for ones right to remain alive.
No Raging MomentThere's no raging moment where I turn back without the pain Increments of time proceed forward adjusting my mind Looking out my window, it's clear as I search through the rain Amusements in parks, clear definitions in people's eyes Incredible circumstances in situations unjust where inhumanity survives How can thou love a link so lost and spread apart from a witness's eyes Inferior motives of hatred, hardships torn between storms of broken souls Anxieties live within each of us spreading flames of fire beneath the doors What about conditioned love? A love that is a lie below the ones we trust Love is set in perimeters by those selected few, so what is true love? The blood that came from the same womb lies between the laws of God Is it not this unconditional love that we each need to possess? There's no raging moment where I turn my back without the pain Looking out my window it's clear as I search through the rain That I will not be parted from any aspect of my life I will only move forward while I re-adjust my mind... The Healing of a WomanOnce a woman is scorned she learns how to face the world, to deface her pain since numbness enables her to continue with this existence. One day believed to be kind to her only became a fire and enemy to her quality of life. The memories snaffled the future to keep the oneness of her mercy in tact. Somehow she made it through, enduring a crisis of uneven lines, hard times, uneasy love and a violent crime. People that commit crimes many times take shame at ease and have the ability to appease someone and keep them quiet for years or even a lifetime. Though these criminals are closest to you, and those who prey on women and young children.... well... they endure a life time untouched of shame. These are the criminals who remain among you and either loving and kind people or just the opposite. They have no empathy and viciously remain unattached to the people they prey on. For the woman, In order to survive one must cry alone and in the absence of the one who roamed wild and angry... the predator. The life of a disturbed child becomes the life of the angry soul who thrives on harming women and young children. The pain subsides though the wounds remain unhealed beneath the existence of the intensity and forced pressure and deceit of the criminal mind. What type of soul immerges into an evil act? Where does one belong when a cycle evolves into humility or the inability to communicate the way the world expects? Why did the victim have to sacrifice so much? Why should anyone have to withdraw from a learning environment or experience because of the fear of simply existing? The healing of a woman shifts from a deep wounded spirit into a indifferent state of mind...as time heals...the scorned woman creates a place in her mind to live peacefully somehow away from the rest of the predators within the world. Keeping Silent in the NightSometimes we cry, sometimes we laugh The tears hide in a foolish trap An open heart sometimes leaves a broken heart You
left me cold and the promises you made were broken, I expected your weaknesses to change I once believed in you just yesterday Now I lay silently
in the night As my heart burns
up so quietly counting the heated
anger one possessed over me I remember the violent moments of aggression the painful feelings of depression I became a victim of cruel love and memories standing alone keeping silent in the night Afraid to move, afraid to talk, afraid to be alive The moments least forgotten were that violence and death the memories one most remembers deep inside never should someone pay a price that high I remember keeping silent in the night knowing what would happen never a time went by without the fear of not knowing what violent episode came next The least forgotten is a victim of violent crimes because inside the victim always remembers the pain, the death the existance living alone inside nothing can compare to that silence in the night
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