October 21, 2008

Survivor Poem

My Heart

The heart; handled with care,

A delicate package; what an honor to share,

Full of anger and rage

I begin to set the stage,

A life full of fear

I see it shed a tear,

The tears come and go

My heart bleeds; that much you know,

It's been broken and abused

The heart is crushed and used,

With chains to keep it locked away

Alone I sit here and pray,

Lord heal this broken heart

That I may have a new start,

This is a lesson all my own

To trust shows that I have grown.

Leslie A. Cogswell
November 2001

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