Abuse Poem by David Harris

For every Cross you must hoist And bare upon blistered shoulder There shall always be a Voice From the tomb that rolled away its boulder And in that moment, we were free A human reanaissance borne In the name of Deity By HE with Crown of Thorns And it is Virtue we must kiss When Crosses are leveled hard For in every Cross there comes a Gift One of Wisdom, and Sacred Heart And was always there for the taking.... David, i hear you, my friend...and the above little toss-together is from me to you. The hardest thing it seems we have to do sometimes...is forgiving any injustices that occured when we were too young, and ostensibly powerless to defend ourselvest, or even voice our objection...Now, years later...there are days when we are just not feeling good about things...be it problems at work, finances, plans gone afoul...whatever....And don't these memories like the ones you described in your above work come back like a war experience flashback? ! To this day, as if it were yesterday, i can still remember this one heartless kid, who picked on me mercilessly in 5th grade...and in fact, one day, i ran through the school to get away from him, and ran into our Church which was attached to thee school, and i charged down the center aisle, knelt down at the altar gate & this kid literally pried my fingers from the holy railing, dragged me out of the Church & proceded to pummel me...because, well, he could! Now, here i am some 40 years later. My guess is that this grown man would not even remember my 5th grade picture, or name attached to it...Yet, anytime i see a kid getting pushed around...i remember.... I am equipped with the Martial Arts, and have been for over 30 years.For years, up until i was in my early twenties, there were times when i hoped i would run into him...but i never did...and i am glad that i didn't, as by law i cannot exercise my art unless i can validate a threat or in response to a initiated strike by someone towards or upon me. But you know DAVID...Your above work is your Gift for carrying this Cross...You are an artist with a talent that very few of us have...The ability to vent, and share your feelings & with class & eloquence is rare & that Gift is telling you, David...that you have Voice, Wisdom and more imp- ortantly, Power that no act of grudge or revenge could ever equal.You made it up the hill...You no longer have to carry this Cross, for if we say NO, to that philosophy, and allow these events to have any control over us...then we become all that we loathed, and we will more than likely be buried with that blister on our shoulders....Great work, David...Pardon my sermon on Mt. PH! lol! FjR

abuse happens to all in some way good write david the hurt stays 10