My life is a whorle wind It seems just as thing start to get better I am dragged kicking and screaming into another conflict. I try to find the calm in the storms a place to think to reflect, but the buffeting wind push and pull me.
I want only peaceful seas and calm sky, but from heaven gates I am kept. Too look at but not to enter. I have left my psychotic mother. I have left the care and turnmoil of being a foster child. I have left the abusive a*****e of a boyfriend. I have left the fists of an abusive mentor. I have been raped, beaten, and heart broken. I have lost everything and gained much.
The only reasons I do not lay broken upon the floor bleeding and dying, is though I have been kept from heaven God has given me Guardian Angels, reasons for living, reasons for struggling, fighting, Protecting. God has given me two Angels most high and I will die to protect them, which would be the easier road. But I will also live to protect them which means I love them even more.
I think that I have finally found a place of refuge though still beaten by storms. A place I can call my own. A place to live to protect.
My new family my gentle husband and my daughter. I will not let the storms of my life hurt them. I live to protect them.
 Catgaph · Thu Feb 21, 2008 @ 03:59pm · 0 Comments |
