No Time Heals

No Time Heals

A Poem by Shelly Araujo
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Venting over pain of my mother's long illness and struggle

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No Time Heals
 
How is it after all this time
The pain of childhood haunts my mind.
Each day I gasp in disbelief
That someday I shall have relief.
 
Does it come when I have passed?
Do tears release me from this past?
The daily struggle in search of peace,
That someday I shall have relief.
 
At times I blame the innocent,
At times I’m flush with discontent
And hate for how you stole our dreams
And wear that comes from wrestling.
 
With pain and fear from your campaign
As you struck and seared her brain.
Our mother who was ‘til then our grace,
She suffers still at your disgrace.
 
I prayed and prayed through all this time,
And still the pain haunts my mind.
Where is the cure for this disease?
When does she get her release?
 
Author: ShellyA
January 24, 2009
 
 

© 2009 Shelly Araujo


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Incredible piece! I struggle with you same questions and frustrations and I'm puzzled by God's presence when confronted with something as tragic as cancer. This is such a telling and chilling piece and as plagued as most of us are with family and personal loss, I know a lot of us can feel this! Very well put together and heart felt! You're very gifted Shelly!

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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bless your heart. such strong emotions here, blame and guilt and hurt and the need to understand. WOW! you are quite talented!

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wow, I can really relate to this. I was molested by my brother and this hit me hard. It shows how you can go through life and never once have a day of relief, but you still move on, hoping for a day you'll be sat free. Congrats, you got me close to crying, and that's something no one can do.

Posted 15 Years Ago


om my gosh! so so sad. I really liked it htough

Posted 15 Years Ago


can't tell you it gets easier
can't tell you it gets better
can't tell you that there's any clue
in any book or letter
can't say you won't be angry
can't say you won't lash out
can't tell you where god is
and that without a doubt

cos like you
he left me
home alone
didn't leave no phone
or forwardin addy

all I can say
i'm sorry for your bad day
head back, chin up
cos the people you love
love you ...

its a bit like given presents, and yeah I know .....


R

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Incredible piece! I struggle with you same questions and frustrations and I'm puzzled by God's presence when confronted with something as tragic as cancer. This is such a telling and chilling piece and as plagued as most of us are with family and personal loss, I know a lot of us can feel this! Very well put together and heart felt! You're very gifted Shelly!

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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