23 of 27: I Did.

I did
Everything
Plus so much more
There was only one set
Sandy Footprints
All mine

You were not there
No shoulder to cry on
No arms to hold me
No arms carrying me
Nothing felt
No caring love

My legs are
Burning tired
My arms so weak
Lifting anything is
An impossibility

My lungs
Gasping for air
My heart
Aches with saddness
My vision
Blurry fatigued

My mind
Wonders
What I ever did
To deserve
Such wicked punishment

I'm a good girl
Doing my level best
Showing kindness as much
As humanly able

I have given
More compassion
Than I've ever
Eexperienced myself

I have no shame
Doing my best
In such wicked conditions
The shame is God's alone

Where was God
Clear path not shown
Safe path hidden
No shield or sword
To protect me

The beasts attacked
Relentlessly
The plagues and vermin
Taking their toll
Repeatedly

I never went to
The House of the Rising Sun
Drinks few and
Far in-between
I never smoked
Until damage was already done
Now I beg that Cannabis
Heal My wounds

My greatest fault
Swearing
Yelling
In vain
To keep the beasts
Off me
The plagues
Out of me

Now I lay
Scared and
Scarred

My brain
So damaged
I can no longer
Determine
Reality from illusion
Afraid
Sanity is all gone

God promised it was
All okay
God promised
He was on my side

Then why do I
Feel like a
Woman
Raped, beaten,
And scorned
God forsaken
Alone and wounded

~ Treasa Cailleach

About Treasa Cailleach

I'm a massage therapist working with chiropractic and the elderly; musician, artist, pagan, mom, B of LGBTQ, & polyamorous professional.

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