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A POEM

This poem was written by a special sister-survivor. She has given me permission to share it all with you. May it be a blessing.

Dear God

It is hard to feel so angry.
Because of my anger
people misunderstand my meanings.
They ask me why
I have not yet overcome my past.

They tell me it is not important
to relieve the memories
to feel the pain inside
in order to heal.
The facade is all that matters.

I look at myself in the mirror
and find it difficult to understand
the contradictions between
the way I believe
and the way the world makes me feel.

I try playing Pollyanna
just to go along with the flow
but inside my heart aches
in the intense desire to know
the true diversity of the world within.

Being deprived of such knowledge
leaves a hole inside my soul
a rage beyond understanding
a deep, dark crevasse
that only Your love can fill.

So when the world tells me
that it is wrong to feel the pain in order to heal
remind me, dear Lord,
of the pain You felt on the cross
so that my anger could be eradicated from my spirit.

Amen.

By Mari W.
Sept. 2001