The Painted Moan Emotion Poem by Jocelyn Dunbar

The characteristic sensation of the body
And mind, the discomfort of the general condition
In life. The heart weeping, whispering uttered
The pain, suffering, and tiring moment day after day
The damage of hurt tears emotion so deep;
Tears running down cannot control, and emotions suffer
So hard, collapsing over.

Where did it come from?
The abusive people, experiences, things, places,
Self-dissatisfaction, despair;
Marked by a harmful individual.

The emotion goes to the deep intellect
An essential part of the heart, knowledge-based
On wide, broad experience day in, day out.
With His unfailing love, He takes and holds me,
God comfort, carry me, tells a lot of stories in
Heaven and earth. He feeds my emotion and
Show me a good outlook on my existence,
He renewed me.

In times like this, I'll be in His spirit to take
Rest with the tiring soul. My emotion sang,
Praising Him! casting out all my burden,
Kneel on my knees, and wipe my tears away.
I can start a new day with smiles and hope
For the future.

© Jocelyn Dunbar
20 March 2005
4: 45 AM