Sally was only five when she learnt to lie…

To hide,

Disguise the blood shot eyes and say…

“I’m fine!”

Because crying became her lifesytle,

Her own signature style,

In a life caressed and finessed by th illusive hold of pain’s lustrous eyes,

Bitter with lies.

 

Yeah, lies …

Lies that would shape and define,

Confuse and confine…

Sally’s five year old mind,

To a state where she forgot how to cry…

To release and unwind,

The pains of a childhood lost.

Tossed out … left undone and broken,

To the elements that commanded her day.

 

Now pain made its home in her soul,

Choking hopes of life beyond the dark recesses of the soul,

And behind the dark eyes of pain’s deceptive hold,

A place where she called home…

For too long,

She was too far gone…

When she was nine.

By then,

She was convinced by her own lies of…

“I’m fine”,

So by the time she was in high school,

She had learn that there was no room for her burdened soul,

In  a World of smiles,

Hoodwinking there lies…

So Sallynever cried,

As she knew her time to cry had eluded with time.

 

A time though lost,

Came to Sally’s twenty-two year old mind,

Crippled…

But not lost to the Life Giver,

The Creator…

The Restorer of a war torn soul,

You see,

Sally now reflects on the time when she forgot how to cry…

After the day her soul was embraced by the true Lover of her soul,

He clogged the hole,

Of a soul…

Thought abandoned.

 

Now, Sally lives for Jesus Christ never thinking twice,

To share her story,

A life history spent…hiding,

And misguided,

As Sally now cried every time when lifting her hands…

To the Lord,

Knowing her soul was once lost,

Out for the count,

But now found,

From the early holds of depression,

A long lost old friend…

Now dead.