MOMMY: What you doing? DAUGHTER: Digging. MOMMY: Why are you digging? DAUGHTER: To bury things. MOMMY: What kind of things? DAUGHTER: Just things. MOMMY: You want to talk about it? DAUGHTER: Talk about what? MOMMY: Your things. DAUGHTER: What things? MOMMY: The things you've buried.
If I talk would you listen? Would you hear? And if you heard what would you do? Would you get your shovel? Would you help dig too? Would you help to bury it? Bury it alive like I have? Can you see my pain? Did you see? Or hear? Did you know? Will you deny? Do you want to know? Or do you know already? If I searched would I find a spot that's already been dug? Did you dig a hole and bury it already? I buried mine alive. It's digging it's way back out. Did you bury yours alive? Will it come back and visit you too? I'm scared momma. I hurt momma. Can you make it stop? I don't understand momma. Why momma? Can you tell me why? Was it me momma? Could I have made him stop momma? Momma? Momma? Why you digging momma?
Come here to uncle, honey. Give unc a great big hug. That's it. Come on. A great big hug. Now where's that kiss? Come on. Where's my kiss? That's it. Who's your favorite uncle? Come on. Who's your favorite? That's right. Want to see the puppies today? Come on. Let's go see the puppies. I know you like them. You want to pet them? You can pet them. Go ahead. There soft aren't they. Yeah, real soft. Just like you. Soft. Sweet. Come here. Come on. Come sit on my lap and feel the puppies. You like the puppies don't you. Yeah. You like them. I like you. I like you enough to let you feel my special puppy. Here. Feel my puppy. Come on. Feel my special puppy. That's it, pet my special puppy. Oh look, you're waking up the puppy.
Sometimes the darkness scares me. It is my worst enemy. But other times the darkness is my best friend. Within it I can hide. And I can hide things in it too. It's easy to hide things in the darkness. Never to be heard or seen. Never to be told. Never to be judged. I can place it in the darkness and leave it there. But then it comes looking and creeping up on me. Then the darkness scares me. I'm unsure. I don't know if it's something that I've hidden or if it's something new that I am discovering. The darkness has become my enemy again.
I feel the chains tighten around me. I can't break free. I can feel the pain deep inside of me I hear the chains as they rattle. I feel like they might loosen. But their hold is too tight. I can't break the chains that hold me. I can smell the rope used to tie me. I can feel it as it cuts into me. The scars are not visible to those who see me. But the scars are there. I look into the mirror and the site scares me. I do not see the chains or rope that binds me. But I feel them tangled amongst my heart. I feel them strangling me from inside. The physical restraints have been broken. I cry out to break the chains inside.
An angel shed some tears today
those tears were just for me
he looked into my past and saw
all my pain and misery
I really wanted to face it
but no matter how I tried
I turned my head in shame
and found a place to hide
Today he told me not to cry
and took me under his arm
he told me that he'd comfort me
and keep me safe from harm.
And even tho my life still has shadow s
he told me I could still sing
because the shadows that I see
are from the safety of his wing.
My life is different for me now
and I can release the pain
for I have found my reason
to survive without the shame.
My guardian angel watches
and protects me with his love
When he sees danger coming
he calls upon the Master from above.
He shows me my dark blanket
that's oh so very old
but now I see him weaving
with strands of brightest gold.
From the heart of SilencedAngel
BY WALKING THROUGH THIS DOOR YOU WILL ENTER A PART OF MY LIFE AS I TELL MY STORY.
