He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted,
to proclaim freedom for the captives

Isaiah 61:1

 

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Just a Glass Shell

by Katyblue

February 13, 2002

JUST A GLASS SHELL
(A child that once was and is no longer)

A day could start without a care
With golden stillness everywhere.
Then like the calm before a storm
The sky begins to take the form
Of terror painting over blue
And darkness coming into view.
In my ears begains a mumble
Of many voices, all-a-jumble.
Soon among then I can hear
My name....and then I'm filled with fear
To realize that I've lost control!
I must never let the panic show!
And have to slow this quickening pace.
Now my hearts' begain to race
Against these 'movies' in my mind.
No place to hide that they can't find!
A bit of memory cracks the door.
I know I must escape before...,
Before I am no longer mine.
But there isn't any time
'Til horror is reality
And only THIS is what I see!!
I can't let these people know
This bench beneith me isn't so,
This wall before me isn't here
And nothing seems entirely clear.
I have to hide before they can
Discover who I really am..
That underneath this normal face
Sometings' awful's taking place.
I put my hand up to my eyes
As though to check on my disguise
And when at last I let it fall
I know that I'm not me at all!!
I've become a puppet on a string,
Lke a toy, my sanity
To be destroyed eventually
And quickly..If I cannot flee.
No strength to stop HIM left in me.
He doesn't care how much I scream!
I am such a tiny thing....
No one comes when I cry.
Can't take no more - I want to die.
Please, no more pain..no more fear!
Does anyone know I'm here????

               by Baby Kathy

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