This is a story about a battered woman.
My spirit cries out..Please…Someone put me out of this storm..!!??
But no one See’s or hears me..
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I wrote..1981., I think..
“haunted”
We are all haunted by something..
Some the past., Some of the future.
And others really can’t explain..,
nor Do the understand.
But yet., never less they are haunted.
The haunted are people who need, and want
but don’t know why., and can’t have.
They have nightmares instead of dreams.,
For they can not rest..!
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I wrote in 1978
“Clever Devils”
Disquising them selves as ones who love you.
But Watch out..!!!
For they will cause you much much pain..!!
Those Clever Devils”
They have lots of charm.., charming you..
As the serpent paralyzed a trembling bird.
And in time They”ll have you completely in …
their power and sin and disgrace and ruin are ..
the terrible sequence.
( Clever Devils are men some of us love )
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wrote in 1992
“A sore”
Can a human be a sore.>??
Yes..!! I do believe..
Painful when touched..( like me )
So we keep others at a distance..!
Don’t come to close..!! For I might like it.
Can A human be just a sore..??
Because of the past..?? I asked..
causing pain and not knowing why..??
Tender, Distressed., grieved, distressed.,
And only injured and bruised inside and out.
Yes..For I am a sore.., and no one likes a sore.
I wrote and wrote at times, it helped me not to feel so sad and seem to heal..
and easy the pain a lot..For my pen does not laugh or tell me I like pain. As people do.
My pen just writes as I tell it to write….Am not good and not not spell..And for I had to work and not go to school much. But writing… was all I had sometimes..
Its said., “that commit they works unto the lord and thy thoughts shall be established..prov.16;3
And in all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct they paths..
Once in my life., This friend came to see me and I asked to go to church with her. And it just so happens that she went to my family’s church and one of my family was dying..He song a song and came to me and said., I asked God to send you so I could see you before I died and you are here..!! Because God told me you have a gift to heal others and he loves you..So..never gave up..!! Mary June.. And I cried… and he died the next week..I know its just a story to most. But I told no one about seeing the Angels, because I did not want to seem nuts and I had told no one about a gift I was told I have..So..how did my family who was dieing know about the gift if their is no God..?
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