I cannot tell you but tell you I shall

How cruelty in the hands of “the help”

Abuses the soul.

The tempest beast led me astray

Withheld needed care

And broke so many rules.

My grief is unspeakable

Disbelief has become real

My shell barely holds on.

The effect is daily pain

Medications to survive

Get through the moment here now.

What action to take

Befuddles my mind

As advice seems weak to me.

So I do a bit then wait

Wondering if that is all

Curled in my Savior’s lap . . .

I just cry some more.