The lifetime journey of a bipolar mind.
My God will comfort my soul!
Where have the Christians gone we ask.
With each breath I’m taking in.
Anchored by invisible weights
Chains rattle, and tears fall.
The crowd has gathered,
I see each face..
But see nothing here at all.
-Alison Botha, attempted murder/rape survivor
A secret kept As mother wept And shadows Lie within. Looming pain The secret stain Of disappointment And shame. Still she moves With strength to prove What Almighty God can do. No doubt inside Though she’ll hide From those right by her side. Her secret safe Tears erased Before they reach Her cheek. A quiet …
Where have the Christian gone?
An real experience with a fly..in church.. yep.
Reflection. Mirrored echos, such disgrace.
Unfamiliar me, unfamiliar place.
Captivity now captive, no longer a place I know.