These poems tell the story of a my past. A Time when I endured
physically abused and mentally tormented by the hands of mistake. In my
words, I shared the emotional roller coaster of insanity and solitude;
from contemplating suicide to drug addiction. Somewhere between heaven
and hell I once lay undecided not knowing if death or life would be my
savior. The poem “Black wings” displays the acronyms to the REVELATION
OF LIFE. And, “Blood of hate, In the category of all, and Hate, reveal
the shameful truth of my spirit scorned who has reached its end.
Because my life was so dark at times, I am able to relate to the
shame, heartache, bitterness and hate that other women have felt. Now
Only a scar remains to remind me of how well I’ve healed.
Excellent ***** 5 Stars
These poems tell the story of a woman who has been physically
abused and mentally tormented by the hands and heart of a man who was
suppose to love her. In her words, she shared the emotional roller
coaster of insanity and solitude; from contemplating suicide to drug
addiction. Somewhere between heaven and hell she lay undecided not
knowing if death or life would be her savior. The poem “Black wings”
displays the acronyms to the REVELATION OF LIFE. And, “Blood of hate,
In the category of all, and Hate, reveal the shameful truth of a woman
scorned who has reached her end.
Because my life was so much like these poems, I am able to relate
to the shame, heartache, bitterness and hate. I believe that kindred
spirits uniquely connect and bind beyond a world of understanding.
Prose such as “tear me with a knife dull” took me back to a time when
drugs tore a deep wound in my relationship with my family. The vow of
trust was broken and the fear of doubt was subconsciously embedded; it
has taken years of sobriety to mend those wounds. Only a scar remains
to remind me of how well I’ve healed.
Reviewer: Wanda