I am in the process of applying for a volunteer position with an organization called Interact. This organization provides support and services to abused and battered women and their children. Actually, this is the same organization I had to turn to many years ago when I "escaped" my first marriage and, without going into any details, trust me "escape" is the right word. My daughter and I lived in a shelter provided by Interact for 6 weeks. It is an experience we will never forget. Perhaps I will write more about that later.
Pray that I will get the position at Interact that I am going after. I am applying to be a spokesperson for them. This entails going out into the community and informing groups and organizations about the services that Interact provides and its impact on the lives they serve. Here is the website for Wake county (NC) if you want to visit it: http://www.interactofwake.org/
After researching Interact's website and reading/watching some of their Facebook posts, I was inspired to write the following poem. It is a mixture of what I actually endured, thoughts, feelings, experiences, and what I have seen others endure. I am posting 3 stages of this poem. I thought someone might like to see how I end up with some of my poems - an inside peek into a writer's world. Much of my writing comes like a direct download and I make few changes, but some writing I ponder and change a lot to find just the right feel. I would be curious to hear from you what you think about the process and which version of this poem spoke to you the most.
Blessings!
Carol
#1
The Answer Revealed
Broken bones and battered flesh
Pain running through my veins
Fear inhabiting my every thought
A walking prisoner in a free world
Where do I go from here?
Stretching forth my hand for rescue
Finding nothingness for my effort
Trust a shadow in the recesses of my soul
Freedom a fantasy of biblical proportions
Where do I seek refuge?
Numbness slowing infiltrating my heart
Death methodically encroaching on living tissue
The light of my spirit ever losing ground
Existence melting into a pool of lost identity
Where is life to be found?
A spark of desire for something more
Pursuing the elusive gift of purpose
Yearnings for a destiny unveiled
Whisperings of potential and possibilities
Where can I be known?
Drawn out by a beautiful song of hope
Uncertainty crushed by the power of faith
Seized by love in its perfect form
Jesus, Son of Man and God
My answer revealed
#2
My Questions Answered
I am broken bones and battered flesh
Red-hot pain courses through my veins
All consuming fear inhabits my every thought
A prisoner in a world void of meaning
Where do I go from here?
I have been taken captive by lies and circumstances
Desperately searching for a way out of this dark pit
The gravitational pull of uncertainty is too strong
Trust remains a shadow hidden in the recesses of my soul
How do I escape this place?
Numbness slowly infiltrates the chambers of my heart
Death methodically encroaches on my right to live
The light of my spirit is losing ground inch by inch
My existence is melting into a pool of lost identity
Who will save me?
Dormant desires for significance flare up within me
Fanned by the whisperings of potential and possibilities
Yearnings for a destiny fulfilled are suddenly birthed
Pursuit for the elusive understanding of purpose ensues
What now?
The song of the Master restores my empty hope
My inhibitions are crushed beneath His dancing feet
Liberation comes to me through His perfect love
My questions are answered
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus…
#3
The Captive Set Free
Flesh battered and bruised
Veins full of red-hot pain
Thoughts infected by fear
Fighting for survival
A heart crushed by despair
A soul numbed by hopelessness
A spirit robbed of joy
An identity long forgotten
Restrained by lies and circumstances
Desperately searching for liberation
Uncertainty a constant companion
Confidence a figment of the imagination
Yet, in the heat of battle, I remember…
Dormant desires flare up
Yearnings for destiny ignite
Whisperings of possibilities erupt
Purpose looms on the horizon
The heavenly Master sings a song of deliverance
Shackles are crushed beneath His dancing feet
Escape comes through His perfect love
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus…
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