In Tatters Is My Heart Poem by Gert Strydom

(in answer to Daleen / Helena Enslin)

Daily I call on God while I do perish,
to straighten all of my ways,
to help me get through a harsh time,
to guard you and each one dear to you
but in tatters are my heart and soul and spirit,
where I am scared to trust anyone,
I want to find hope in your words that I read
and do not really know how to view you,
where love that languish do not sound sincere,
like any other I want to cut you off
and in my being I am now mutilated,
with pain that remains deep in my soul.
Where now it only is for me to survive,
even in this, I do you terribly miss.

[Reference: "In die berge het my siel kom rus" (In the mountains my soul found rest) by Daleen / Helena Enslin

Poet's note: I am quoting her poem here:

"In the mountains my soul found rest" by Daleen / Helena Enslin

"I also want to call out
like the psalm-poet,
from where will I
find my help
and agree
it comes from the Lord,
while witnessing His omnipotence
I want to bend low.
When the thunder
break over the crest,
my disposition
overflows like water
that falls from Heaven,
then my wounded soul calls that God,
also will wash me
clean me today, will purify.
I want to think
about a future with flowers sown,
where my heart
can heal again.
I still long in my silence
for someone to embrace."]