A POEM
by Leighanne Quinn

Some things are indescribable with things of the heart.
But remembering memories ties the bounds of the weakness at heart.
I remember those times,
The times when I was lonely and thought of only darkness.

I remember you were there,
scaring away the ravaging beasts that fought for my soul.

I remember the time when I rocked back and forth with insanity,
trying to force the damaging thoughts away from my mind...
you were there.
Spreading your light and burning the beady little eyes of the
demons that were ripping at my soul.

I remember 9/11.
I remember the fear.
I remember the chaos.
I remember your love.
I remember thinking that I could call on you and you would immediately be there.
I remember thinking, there would be no fear if I were in that situation, because you
would guide me to my home.

I know now of blasphemy.
The same evil thoughts that contaminate children's and adult's minds alike.
I know that they lose site of you, but you never lose site of them.
Guiding them,
keeping your neglected heart beating inside of them.

I still remember things not so pleasant that had to come.
I remember the rampages,
I remember the fights,
I remember the fear,
I remember the tears.
I also remember you, My God, saving me from an unkempt mind.

I may not have a home here, but I know that you are my God, you are my family,
you are my home.

I see now, of your love.
I see now of your heart.
I see now that the very hearts, blood, and soul that are in us all...
is actually the effect of you giving up your son.