Through Darkness and Thorns

Young baby, playing in the grass
Oblivious to the blood, the horror, the tormented past.
Young toddler, playing in the sand
behind the betrayal, the guilt, the forgotten land.
Running, running not to yield
to the pain, the torture, the haunted calls.
Young woman, lost in a maze of uncertainty
lonely, confused, in pain;
not believing in tomorrow
nor that anything from life could be gained.

Brick by brick the walls were built
from fear, from pain, torture in the night.
Higher and stronger the fortress grew,
until hundreds of faces were hidden from view.
Then one day it happened,
a Brick
fell…
loosened by a kindly voice,
guided by a gentle hand,
closets opened slowly in the dark recesses of our mind,
exposing carefully bound pqrcels
held behind locked doors.
A single tear
dropped…
Guilt and terror fell like rain,
memories came in torrents,
feelings not far behind
so new, so raw, not yet dulled by years outside.
The hand guided us gently thru the mazes of our mind,
others leading blindly or following close behind.
Slowly we learnt to trust,
leave old, seek new ways to live.

At times the road seems endless,
stumbling blindly thru darkness and thorns,
crashing waves of uncertainty, pain and fear,
wanting so badly at times to just leave, go to the “other side”…
But through the darkness glows an amber held deep within our soul,
lit by survival, fueled by hope, kindled by friendship…
Candles burn brightly in the corridors or our world,
lighting forth the journey of healing,
pulling together the pieces of our mind.


D.V.P.