“Her Wanders and Travels had come in from the dust”
….so another journey of the Girl as she leaves the story Of the past behind,
The children have grown Older the boy moves on but She remains in the last mining Town…
Her wanders and travels have Come in from the dust, But the bumps and ridges Continue to travel in her mind…
There is placed within her heart A desire to turn from her mother’s Evil ways,
Her father still lives in the city And she visits on a bus, an exciting Time, she is not sure why, he Is inebriated, but he is kind,
Things back home are still about The same, arguments and fights… Sporadic visits with her father Always end with heart wrenching Goodbyes,
She prays that she will not be sent Away that it can be delayed for a While anyway,
Father becomes ill, the boy and Girl are called to his side…
Gasping for breath, thinking this Will surely be his last, as the Seconds go by, seems like a Minute then he takes another Breath,
He is dying in agony and pain that alcohol brings… Tears come as she returns home, Never to have her father again,
Now a greater desire than ever Fills her heart, slowly it is filled With devotion and piety
No more bad words, no sleeveless Dress, no more lipstick and eye Shadow causes the worse duress, Her lips and eyes have always Hidden what is inside
The holes that were bored for Earrings, skin filled in, Hair is straight no more curls No more dangles, bangles or Anything, her altered face erased From the world,
Of all of these things denied she Had hoped she had arrived, Only to find there was still no Peace inside,
Little did she know she looked to God, as she had to her father, Always trying to be good to Earn His favor…
“Through wind, water and gale we will not give up”
Together now, we are on a journey Vowing to find our Father, A sea we must pass and a desert With three rivers and a hill to Cross… Coming to the harbor, stepping On land, we continue our quest…
The sun beats down as we trudge Along, grateful we are doing this Together…
A little water to drink, Laying down to sleep It is cold Even snakes and lizards crawl Into their holes…
A sea and desert we have passed Now three rivers we forge But we will not give up, Through wind, water and gale We have searched…now only a
Hill with a cross is left Lifting our arms to the heavens Angels do their bidding, “There you will find your Father!”
“To be delivered from a desert of wilderness and violence was a miracle beyond my ability to hope for”
The cry of the desert’s hardships was answered
It has been nine months now since I began my blog. It was my desire to share my story with others. I have written a series of books on my young life in Nevada mining towns. Of harrowing experiences, but only to let the reader know there is hope for those who have felt the isolation and endured the loneliness of abandonment and abuse.
It seemed I had to begin writing these experiences, moving through the emotions of fear, anger and sometimes rage, before I could come to the place of diverting my writing in a different direction.
My brother and I had a spiritual deliverance of miracles, placing in our hearts the desire to stop the continuing family history of alcohol and addictive behaviour portrayed by role models in our young existence.
I then began to write my life experiences and recovery in prose and poetry. I have shared some of these experiences on my blog. I have books on Amazon and Smashwords unfolding a story that I hope others will find helpful!
