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House of Mirrors

She spends her days
In a house of mirrors.
Each image is real, yet
Each is false.
Each image is
Reflected into
Her frightened eyes
By a mirror, warped
And twisted, by
Past beliefs that are not,
And never were,
True.

She can’t see her own
Wondrous Light
Beauty and,
Immeasurable
Worth,
Something we each possess
As human beings,
To shine on each other,
And light up our world.
These mirrors she constructed
Constantly and consistently
Lie to her, and she only sees a
Pathetic, worthless failure
In them.

Where might she find
A true reflection
Of herself in this
House of false reflections?
Perhaps in
The eyes of those who
Care about her, and
Love her?
There she might glimpse the truth
About her real, whole self.
A truth she
Dares not discover,
For fear that it will just be
A confirmation of
What she already knows:

That she is an unlovable monster
With nothing of any value
In herself
To offer anyone!

Why is it so much easier for many of us,
Like her,
To live with the certainty of painful lies,
And punish ourselves for what we are not,
Than risk the uncertainty of
Glimpsing the unknown truths
About our unknowable selves?

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A Loving Friend

My Lonely Heart is troubled Lord
Though I know I have Your sword
Your word of truth is in my heart
Your Holy Spirit will never part
From my mouth your blessings flow
Always there to defeat the foe
The enemy that lurks around
Causing chaos… troubles abound
Rescue those from despair
Bring them light… a hope to bare
A kind word… a gentle smile
To help them go another mile
It’s not easy when on your own
No-one to talk to or to phone
But this I know from time gone by
That you my God will not see us cry
A loving soul… a caring friend
You will send to us to mend
A word of hope… good tidings bring
So that once more our hearts will sing
                                                    By  Carmelia WOL
This poem was written by me on 23rd Sept 2013 in a response to a poem I saw on the WOL poem section of the website and I wanted to add this poem to reflect how I feel just now as a Christian and to to put my views across from a Christian perspective.  I believe that loneliness can be a spiritual problem for some, which can be overcome by Gods intervention working through the hearts of others on the site to bring healing, love, hope and restoration into another persons life by the working of the Holy Spirit who inspires us all I believe, to be kind by our words and by our loving actions towards others who are suffering.

More Poems by Math

NEVER AGAIN
When the sun goes down, the light goes out and the darkness creeps within. When Love’s not around, Fear whispers in my ear, “it’s never coming back again.”
Amidst the overwhelming blue seeping through every orifice in sight, floats a small, round clock. First enters the questions, “Where am I? What happened to me? How did I get here? What do I do now?” My mind wanders through countless theories searching for the logical reasoning behind it all. Simultaneously, everything gets blurry and the muscles in my face start to tingle. Then, a quick realization of the situation at hand…I’m drowning. Bursting out of the deep blue, I land on the small, round clock and struggle to regulate the oxygen rushing into my lungs. Now lying on the clock, I stare up at the monotonous fields of gray sky. I’ve escaped one death only to lose myself to another.
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– comments pertaining to NEVER AGAIN: I wrote this after leaving a relationship that was not going very well. It’s about a realization that my dependency for the love of another means that by leaving a relationship that was causing negative emotion for the unknown depths of loneliness is a tough situation.
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MISERY’S DRUDGE
I often wondered how I managed to live a life so immensely rife with strife until the day I realized whose hand it was holding the knife. With every step, I felt it piercing my spine and causing a mental decline as if the wielder made it a point to confine my mind. I tried to defy the pain by claiming my spirit will never die and not once did I ever apply the idea that it was all just a lie to try to deny the truth from my own eye. I was not strong enough to accept that it was I all along who had been in the wrong. There’s a certain picture I’ve been painting over time, hoping to wipe off all the sludge and grime so that I may finally let go of a grudge and reach a moment so sublime. But now it seems I must eternally climb the highest mountains and trudge through slime as Misery’s drudge to pay for my crime.
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– comments pertaining to MISERY’S DRUDGE: I wrote this recently, when realizing that I was over-reacting about something because I constantly over-analyze everything. It’s about how I am the only one who consistently and effectively makes my own life harder to emotionally handle.

I Am Alone

By Douglas L.R. Hauge

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Once upon a time I was not alone

I remember the joys of family

I remember childhood friends from a cherished past

I am alone

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Will there ever be another day of happiness in my life?

Will there be a day when I will always have friends who care?

Will ever again the words be spoken to me, “I love you”?

I am alone

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I want to give my love

I want to care about someone else

I want to care about others

Most of all I want to be wanted

I am alone

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My father is gone, my mother is gone

My wonderful wife is gone too

My daughter, oh what painful choices she has made for me to witness

Will that pain of despair ever end?

I am alone

.

I look at my hands and I look at myself

I look at my things and what I have done

I love this single human being who takes care of all that is me

I realize that my existence itself is a treasure

I am alone

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This treasure that is me is very good

It is the gift of my life from my parents

They were good too

They loved me

I am alone

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I do not know where they are or if they see me

But I know that I must care for the gift they gave me

A gift that my wonderful wife so much loved

I am worthy to live

I am alone

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There must be a reason for the state that I am in

But I do not know what it is

Maybe I should not know

I know not what the future holds

I am alone

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But the gift that was me that I was given

Is a precious gift that I must love and care for till the very end

And I must vigilant to touch the lives of those who may need me

Just a smile, a question of caring for someone else from me

Can make all the difference there is

I am alone

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To be alone is to be like a soldier on the battlefield

Care not for myself and I will fall

Care for others, help others

And there is not more joy that I could bring to another or myself

I am alone but we are all one

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The stars in the sky

The trees that grow

The birds that sing

The fish that swim

My brothers and sisters that are mankind

We are all one

We all struggle for this precious life

Love them and all that live

Realize that truth

And I am no longer alone

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Hear a reading of the poem by the poet here.

They Sit There…

They sit there, and they smile graciously. They sit there and they whisper quietly. They sit there and they move their chair when you come near.

They sit there, and stare, and wonder. They sit there and look away when you look back. They sit there and ignore you when you ask them the time. They shun me, but no longer. Now the jury is coming to tear me apart. I am the monster in the castle, and they are knocking down the door. People fear what they can’t understand? NO! People fear the truth, especially when it shows how meaningless their material based world is. They fear it when you tell them that they are just like me. Just like me. We all are nothing. People fear being nothing. So people fear me, because I tell them the truth. People fear the truth. Fortunately, what people fear, people destroy. So I have been, am now to continue being destroyed by the people. However, this constant destruction only fuels me, because I unfortunately cannot be destroyed. I will only live on to she grin of all.

 

 

Jess B