Abusing the Abused?

Dont judge me by my bruises,
try to understand...my good points
and my bad points...both make me
who I am.

Dont judge me by my actions,
dont assume that Im just weak,
I'm listening...and Im waiting
until its my turn to speak.

Dont think I deserve bad
treatment because of who I am,
my weakness may seem strange to you,
but Im doing the best I can.

I may look tired and ragged, and
a little worn for wear, but Ive
learned God has a plan for me...
and He does really care.

So dont judge me by my bruises,
Im worth more than meets the eye,
Ive lived through hell and heartache,
as opportunites passed by.

My blessings and my defects,
both made me who I am,
Ive waivered and Ive stumbled,
caught my breathe then took a stand.

Ive lived up close and personal,
surviving life's harsh demands.
Ive suffered and Ive conquered
things you will never understand.

So just accept me as your sister...
and love me if you can.

My strength is in submission
as I move on toward glory...
so dont judge me by my bruises...
until you know my story.

Beneath the Wings of Angels

Beneath the wings of angels...
brave hearts of men reside,
in turmoil and in triumph,
love and laughter do abide.

As heavenly guided footsteps
of foolish lovers lives rush past,
time nor space have limits...
their sure the love will last.

But, beneath the wings of angels,
pain and problems do behold
the wisdom of experience as
cowardly hearts beat ever bold.

Of Angels Unaware

Are angels watching, and do they cry?
are angels here...or at least nearby?

A loss of breath, a smothered moan...
Am I attended? Or am I alone?

Are angels listening, as I wonder aloud?
hovering near in a misty shroud?

Tall ones...short ones...their vigils keep.
Will they protect me as I sleep?

Are they stern and mannerly?
do they laugh..or do they weep?

A price is paid and a promise kept,
a loss so great...even the angels wept!

God's love unfolds...and life proceeds,
and I realize...I am attended indeed.

The Homecoming

She held her head high as she crossed the street, silently praying her shoulders weren't stooped from the load of reality that had just hit her! Her legs shook from the inside and seemed to be unattached to her body. She stumbled as she stepped upon the curb, trying to avoid the eyes of the faces gathered in front of the pool-hall. Sounds of wolf-whistles and cat calls whirled around her head as she tried to hurry past. Compliments thrown at her from behind produced looks of disgust from two local ladies walking toward her. Why had she moved here?

Here in this place, so much like the town she grew up in. She had hoped for a new start after a dreadful divorce. But her dreams were turned to nightmares. That awful night...the night that heaven fell...and she lost her faith!

Hurrying toward her car, thoughts slung her back to that night. Her boss had followd her to her car, then pulled her behind a dumpster. She kicked and screamed but no one came to help. Later, when she stumbled into the police station, no one believed her. They didnt take her report seriously because she was, afterall, ...divorced.

She had worked so hard to put it all behind her...pretending it never happened. But now, the doctors words had made it all too real! The sound of his voice mixed with pity and disgust raced through her mind like a freight train.

Hot tears sprang from her eyes and gathered in salty pools at the corner of her mouth. She shook her head to clear her mind, and pointed her car toward the interstate.