Go Away

Her eyes judge, her mouth broadcast,
Her hands elaborate, her tongue discriminates,
Her story boasts, of truths and pains,
To share and teach, but tear and wretch.

She is angry, she is mad,
Neither is happy, nor glad,
Her daughter listens, ears to complaints,
Nurtures devils, to comfort and revenge.

Oh, if this will end, the sound will die,
Her soul finds comfort and joy,
But, the chirping of birds and crickets remain,
To end she predicts, but to no ends.

What Ifs

When lightning flashed across the dark, blue skies, she was alarmed.  Thunders rolled in from afar, creeping closer and tingling down her spine.  She closed her eyes and hugged her legs, squirming into a ball, then tuning out the sounds.  It continued to drum her ears relentlessly.  Her trembling body pulled its hands to cup them.  Truth hurt.

S-T-O-P!!!  The word trailed off at high decibels.  Please stop, she pleaded helplessly.  Beads of confusion streamed down.  Dark clouds loomed over and drenched her.  The adult's way, unconcerned, selfish and skim, was distorted from all texts of parenthood.  The rights to corrections, to make right the wrongs, to education, were upsetting the rights of an abused child. 

What ifs, she followed their steps.  As if expressions of feelings succeeded morality, in which would result.  The consequences were appalling.  

The ends of a rainbow were not a pot of golds.  But, in every child, God painted a rainbow after the rain. 

Angels and Demons

Angels have smiles that warm your hearts, 
Angels have wings that make them fly,
Angels have rings on their heads ever so brightly,
Angels have peace and share it with you.

Demons have razor teeth that tear and bite,
Demons have horns like animals in the fields,
Demons have tails that whip and slash,
Demons have no blessings but curse be true. 

Likewise every good tree bears good fruit, but a bad tree bears bad fruit.  A good tree cannot bear bad fruit, and a bad tree cannot bear good fruit.  Every tree that does not bear good fruit is cut down and thrown into the fire.  (Matthew 7:17-19)