Scars

Scars worn long after

traumatic encounter’s pain

Predatory fears

both inside and out remain

Snow covered in life’s winter

Photos: Dwight L. Roth

Sharing this poem with the d’Verse prompt that Peter gave us on that twist in the middle that changes the focus of the poem.

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Living Above the Pain

Somewhere above the pain there is life

A place where one can live and function

Where hopes and dreams can still be achieved

Living above the pain does not make it go away

It only allows one to be in control

Pain lies rooted in one’s being

A constant reminder

Rearing its ugly head

Vying for control

Only to be suppressed once more

By hope determination and faith

Unwilling to resign oneself to fate

Knowing that above the pain

Above the pills

There is light and hope

It is a choice one must make

Every day all day long

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*A tribute to my wife Ruth, who makes this choice every day, all day long!

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Love Lives on

Valentine’s Day brings many mixed feelings for those who have lost loved ones this past year. Covid-19 took its toll around the world, and it wasn’t just older folks who succumbed to the virus. You might think losing the one you loved has left you empty; but love remains. I wrote this a couple of years ago, but I feel it is appropriate to post again this year.

They’re gone

but love’s not lost

Pain entangles in every bone

Love remains…

not in the devastating loss;

But in you.

Love comes from deep within;

Definitely not a superficial thing…

Rooted deep in your heart and soul

Loss brings manic feelings

rushing into scary dips

Love is rooted deeper

than whispers from the lips;

Yours alone to give or keep.

A treasure of the heart

does not come cheap.

Though one you loved is gone

your gift of love remains;

To share at will

should you choose again

to give away or keep

*

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Dedicated to all those who have lost loved ones this past year

Walls Closing In

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Walls built with stones and mortar of memories
Locking tightly together each painful reality
Stacking and cementing them tightly in place
Till the soul is hidden without even a trace
Dungeon of doom condemning the soul
Cold place of solitude where no one can dwell
A roof on top to keep out the light
Beautiful on the outside but dark in the heart
Protected and guarded from any more pain
Windows boarded up to keep out the rain
Though years have gone by the walls still close in
Creating a chasm the soul cannot swim
A castle on the hill of life with walls strong and tall
No windows no drawbridge no one comes to call
A lifetime of memories too painful to tell
A soul locked in memories
A real living hell

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Tea and Pain

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Twisted joints aflame

Hot tea makes one forget pain

Flowers bloom outside

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Ruth said this is the way it really is….

Twisted joints inflamed
Holding heat eases the pain
Flowers bloom in my heart

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

 

Feeling Rejected

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On Good Friday Christians reflect on the death of Christ on the cross, and what his sacrifice means for us. The human side of Jesus suffered unspeakable physical pain. Some say that God will give you strength in your time of need. But it is my experience that when that time comes, it is very difficult to feel that presence. Even Jesus cried out on the cross, wondering why God had forsaken him in his darkest hour. Pain and rejection seem to be Siamese Twins! It is very hard to have your whole world collapse and not feel rejected. This is why it is so important to have persons who will walk with you and help you regain your perspective once more, understanding that God loves you even when you don’t feel it.

Dark night of the soul
Feelings rejection’s pain
Forsaken // alone
Stretched out on life’s cruel cross
Has God turned his face from us?
In His pain he cried
“My God, my God, why have
you forsaken me!?”
Feeling rejection’s pain
In that dark night of the soul

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Painting: Dwight L. Roth

Sticks and Stones

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Sticks and Stones will break my bones
But names will never hurt me
Hogwash
Sticks and Stones will break my bones
And words will hurt me even more
Bones heal
Remembered from time to time
Words leave scars on the soul
Indelible marks
Never erased
Perhaps forgiven

Be careful what you say…

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

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Shame

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“Metamorphosis doesn’t look the same for everyone. Don’t be afraid to share your story.”

We live in a time where Mental Health issues and PTSD  affect many in our society. Some things in life cannot be fixed by a pill, a doctor, or a will to change. In the past generation, sharing this kind of issue was a stigma and considered shameful by many. Our scars and differences are not something to be hidden or kept within ourselves. Sharing our story can be the first step in finding healing and wholeness again.  Our story is what makes us unique from everyone else. How good are you at listening to what others are going through?

“Shame happens

when we largely treat suffering

like a problem to fix

rather than a story to tell.”

Photo from: Lora Myers Roth

Used by permission

Quote came from an article in Christianity Today:

https://www.christianitytoday.com/ct/2019/december-web-only/wakeupolive-heiligenthal-bethel-church-miracle-doesnt-come.html?share=&fbclid=IwAR3tKk4Mnz61_bKZX-iWhpBgXOSuBIalHIsmmN60A1RRmUotyGWSjaYIYHg

 

Smack

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Lightning pain surge
Recalculating reality in split seconds
Turning //flying off to a nearby limb
Stunned // dazed // confused
The path of deception was clear
Only a dead stop brings a wakeup call
Leaving imprints // taking bruises
Concussion collision survived
Learning through “hard knocks”
The dove phoenix rises once more

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Nicks and Scratches

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The First Scratch is the deepest
Renting not only paint but my heart
New paint joy pierced with pain
Nicks and scratches on the fenders
Recently repaired // repainted
Ten years old but shiny as new
Scratch just a nick
Seems like the Grand Canyon

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Today at d’Verse, De Jackson asked us to write a Quadrille of 44 words using the word nick. It brought back memories of  getting my ten-year-old truck painted a couple of years ago. It was not long till a careless driver in a parking lot put the first nick, and then scratch, on the new paint. The first scratch is always the worst.  It has had a few more since then! My apologies to Sheryl Crow for the recreating the first line from her song.

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Photos: Dwight L. Roth