Cheryl Spillman Poems

Not my husband's hands
Not my doctor's hands
Not my nurse's hands
Not the hands of a dear friend
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I didn't have trouble believing the Bible,
What Jehovah promised us through its pages.
After years of being told what to think
I was finally learning how to think.
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I cry,
Why?
Many reasons
Always an Agenda.
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When I think of hearts,
I think of my dear friends,
My Brothers and Sisters,
Who mean so much to me.
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I have been thinking about you lately.
Why did you do what you did to me?
You took so much,
My innocence,
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I have a Secret Place to go,
Solitude and privacy is for prayer and meditation,
A place halfway between head and heart,
Between Thought and Emotion.
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