Being-Victim Heart Poem by Mary Mc Creath

My life aches.
My being slows down to look at the ache.
I am drawn into it.
The pain overwhelms me.
My spirit cries, cries to be free.

My being aches.
It holds pain too heavy for it to bear.
I am too small
to carry this pain.
Yet carry it I do.

My being aches.
It tells the pain ' go'.
A heavy burden is lifted.

My spirit roams free
in an area that had been too full for it.
Joy has room to move.
My being lives