A love lost but not forgotten

A Story by Calvspw

a childs memories, a woman's dreams??

A love lost but not forgotten?? revised

To the spirits ?

I think for NOW
I'd rather stay with the spirits
That protected me than try to Find
A God who plays that nasty game

He taunts you and then says
"oh my child I was there Did you not see me?
I carried you thru this storm. "

I say to him, "your storm I can live with out,
I like my spiritual Memories The Love I held on,
Was more real and pulled me through this Fight."

You play your game with someone else because
You see my bodies tortured and maimed.
Bruises now gone, from these Memories I flee,

Soaring above with Spirits in the Moon Light.
My lover’s arms are I entwined, it’s his spirit,
which held me when I needed it most.

He had time while you played your game with Satan,
Putting my life in turmoil, taking or giving
My Childs life, The torture you caused me,

Lingers Still the pain always in the Shadow,
The only way I know how to flee is in my Minds eye
Seeking searching for the Spirits that held me dear.

Don't preach to me of your Never leaving,
Giving only as much as one can handle,
I scoff at those words, for who are you to say,
How much was too much, You see I've lived that

Pain, Torture tearing my heart in two,
You too lost your son but you gave him,
Freely you see it was his death that brought
Him back to you, but in my child’s death

You took from me, and left me with torture,
Memories I want to escape.
You don't know a mothers pain,

You stole my heart and tore it to shreds,
It was a heart that beat with mine,
It was my blood that seeped through

His veins, growing him inside,
It was my eyes that held his,
When YOU bare your heart in pain,

To bring a life only then will you feel my pain
I received when you took him, before his time.
I can only dance with spirits and learn of his

Joys from The spirits of Mothers,
who watch him now,
You see unless God is a woman,

I don't think he can feel my pain,
There for I say fine I will keep the words,
Spoken from your worshippers at a stance,

Because until YOU walked in my shoes,
Pumped this life thru your veins,
Don't tell me you know when to make it stop.

Your not me and you don't know
When I have had enough,
Don't tell me your there,

Because you turned your back, on me
I pleaded and begged,
You grabbed my heart and tore it in two.

You can't give him back to me.
You can't because he was The one little Angel
That was mine. Part of my heart you took,

Then walked away laughing with the Devil,
My sons life gone, You laughing and
Saying you won this round.

Go play somewhere else for your game,
I want NO part, Play with someone else,
This tortured heart is trying to heal,

Playing with spirits who keep me close,
Dancing and playing, In Mother Moons Light.
Trying to mingle and play with the Spirits,
The little fairies, dragonflies, and glow bugs.

With all them I will stay, for the Spirit of
T J (Torsten David) is also there.
Sweet Memories of life I wish I shared

by Calvspw