Lana Reese Designs

Mind Into Matter

           Healing Circle

 


The healing circle is for and from the survivors themselves.

The brave ones who have survived and now

want to share with others, their poetry,  and words of encouragement.

 

 

 

All entries will be reviewed before they are posted.

 

MY NIGHT (KNIGHT)

by Lana Reese

DEEP WITHIN MY SOUL

A SEA OF EMOTIONS STIR

SURROUNDED BY EMPTINESS, BORDOM AND SCREAMS

AS PEOPLE SLEEP THIS WONDRUS NIGHT,

I SORE, I FIGHT

DEEP WITHIN MY SOUL

A SEA SURROUNDED BY EMPTYNESS

EMOTIONS KEPT AND DREAMS HIDDEN

A WHISPER OF SILENCE THEY SPEEK

THE CHAINS THAT BIND

DARE NOT LET GO

I HEAR THE ECHOS A MILLION FOLD

SUFFOCATING, SUFFOCATING

NOT WANTING WHAT DAYLITE BRINGS

THE NIGHT COMES WITH A WARM EMBRACE

I REACH OUT TO TAKE HOLD

COMFORT IT BRINGS A TIRED SOUL

SILENCE WANTED, NEEDED, CRAVED

SURROUNDED BY A SEA OF CHAINS

EACH LINK A MEMORY

SONGS OF WANT OF NEED

ECHO IN THE DARKNESS

GUILT AND SHAME A MELODY

WORN AND RAGGED MY SOUL BECOMES

YEARNING TO BE SET FREE

OF SECRETS AND TALES AND MISTERIES

WITH A FURRIOUS TUG A LINK BREAKS FREE

A WEE HOPE CREAPS IN SILENTLY

A BIT OF COMFORT I SHALL SEE

FOR TONIGHT THE SKIES WILL DARKEN

THE NIGHT WILL COME TO WELCOME ME

Lana Reese  1997

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A Poem on forgiveness 

A Gift From My Grandmother, She Taught Me HIS Name

 

I cry in the night

Of my fearful sight

Scared to wake in the morn

Only to face your scorn

No talking at the table is the rule of the house

I'll be a good girl, as quiet as a mouse

I said a word without a thought

Now I'm in for it, Cause I know I've been taught

Down I went with a fist in my face

Oh how I wished there was a hug in it's place

I'm sorry I cried, I'll not do it again

My tiny heart I can't take the pain

Off to my room with a kick and a push

I'll go to bed hungry, no treat and no book

My face is all bloody and so is my hair

Oh please, please mommy, I need you to care!

I cover my bruises and I lick my own wounds.

If I say the wrong words, I know I am doomed

.A Gift From My Grandmother.

She Gave Me His Name.

God, I cried,I almost died!

I'm only 6 but my love is deep

Oh God, I'm one of your little sheep.

Please protect me from my parents hand,

I keep in my heart the promised land.

Mom you'll never be my mother, but a sister will do

If God can forgive you, then I can too!

Mom you couldn't love me as your child

Now you're my sister, you're meek and you're mild.

Take my hand dear mother of mine,

We'll follow our God ....till the end of time.

A gift from my Grandmother, She taught me his name.

Lana Reese , July 2003

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