A hope for you

    Your words trickle down
my memory. Oh how smooth. So
tender yet cutting, shredding me in
a twisted blanket.

   Shaking. Trying to be free
of your razored tongue. To be
running away.

    Oh I pray to Jehovah: I beg to hide
yet Jehovah grants me courage and
strength.

   Noting ability to look straight into
eyes and feel only sorrow for your
self loathing, hatred. Oh all I want
to do is give, shower love upon. Still
I listen. Giving seas between us,
yet only states.

   Opened my mind to the suffering
many place, burden upon self. My
eyes absorb. I silently cry for you.
  I pray, hope for you, still I never voice.

    Oh how this world is tricky and
often cruel. Still I have strength to
press on. A gift, perhaps, will be graced
upon you, your shoulders lifted. Eyes
sparkle once more.

   I can only hope, love the hurt you
gave me because I now have Jehovah's
help. I smile. Keeping a curve upon
my lips as my tears slide inside.