My Savior
Written by WritingSugar
Hands cover in blood,
I hear not what my heart felt
The voices slowly dispensing down the narrow stairs.
Shouting, the realization slowly creeping upon my shoulder
A shadow covering my soul
I did this… A knife thrown on the bloody carpet
One of my Jimmy Choo under the lamp table
I did this… I don’t even remember pushing him over the edge
When he descended on me, my heart throbbing
Viciously, he laughs himself unto me, pulling my hair.
It happened so fast, the bright light
Blinding me in spot.
I couldn’t move, I couldn’t speak
I just watched him fall…
A cold air blew my hair, a touch so light
If I was not already shaken to death
Would have missed- I knew it was him.
He was there without a doubt, my savior.
My faith in him, in the end has been redeeming.
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January 21st, 2009
Umm… this one was a difficult read. Fact or fiction? Life is complicated. Shit like this fascinates me.
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January 22nd, 2009
It’s about having God there in a time that you needed him the most, all your life you spent doubting him and etc… Finally something happens that is unexplainable, no science, no logical answer, there is only something that is unexplainable “God”.
“cold air blew my hair, a touch so light
If I was not already shaken to death”
This line means we don’t see god but feel his presence in small miracles that happens for believers that is, so natural we were told about all the things that happens when we died, so you got to be near death to see what is going on.
Instead believing or simply having faith, we usually wait around for a sign but that’s no the way it supposed to be.
January 23rd, 2009
Thanks for writing. It sounds like a pretty difficult moment you endured, to get to the time in your life when you “needed him the most”
I am a non-denominational believer in God. I just know that love is real, and that there is SOMETHING deeper going on in our lives. I believe that our words are like keys on a key-chain. Poems are just words. Songs are just words. Comments like this are just words. The words we choose either open or close doors to other people. The doors that become opened are unique for each reader. The meaning they get out of it is like a special message, delivered just for THEM. That is a spooky and very mysterious fact of life, I think.
Life’s miracles are evident for non-religious people like me too. “We hold these truths to be self-evident.”
We are all of us riding the Tilt-O-Whirl of life.