I have pictures beside my bed and on the walls
that believe the skies breathe with the dawn.
They know nothing of what a mind is meant to see.
For them, an Arctic's wave in December
is a father figure at best.
Through the alcoholic whispers and
faulty parental attempts,
I discover that I don't need
his constant criticizing rage or
the barrels of venomous words
he pukes from morn till night.
A weeping tiger sighs beside me
like a silent, falling rain.
And I can smell the flowers bloom
noiselessly from the windows in this room I love.
Good for you that you are able to protect yourself from people who have the most ability to hurt us--our loved ones. Keep praying to ask God to help you to see him through the eyes of the Lord--that will help you to continue to protect yourself without becoming angry or resentful. It allows you to see that you can honor him in your heart--as the word commands--without allowing yourself to continue to be an emotional doormat. I'm very proud of you!!
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