A True Story

Troubled Soul


I hunger for your touch
And yet I am repulsed
What is, that made me this way
So much unlike others

Remember time on father's knee
The comfort there derived from
The laughter, the simple joy
The games we used to play then

The birthday cake at six of age
The presents I was given
Barbie doll and clothes so bright
By my beloved Uncle Lester

Rough of hands and breath of beer
I did not know better
Innocence of childish games
Torn away forever

For years he came in dead of night
My soul he tore asunder
Terrified my body froze
Compelled to surrender

Although so many years have passed
The memory still lingers
I recoil from manly touch
Unable to be intimate

How I yearn to be like others
To laugh and love like them


Man on the Street Corner


I watched her down the street she walked
Narrow of waist and broad of hip
Straight of back and fulsome bust
A woman proud and regal

This woman tall who has it all
What is there to offer
Uncertainty it gripped my heart
And stopped my feet from walking

And yet when closer I did look
Some things became apparent
The furrows upon her brow
And eyes lost and haunted

The Spirit spoke within my soul
To her make me known now
Speak of love, life everlasting
And for her I will be there

When Spirit speaks, I heed the call
So boldly I approached her
I spoke the words the Spirit gave
Of Jesus and forgiveness

I spoke on for quite a while
Of things within the Bible
And it was there in middle of town
She gave her heart to Jesus



Troubled soul II


All these years, these weary years
The burden I have carried
The guilt so heavy weighs me down
My hate for Uncle Lester

I met a man, a kindly man
And how I yearned to love him
Yet the past, the gruesome past
Would not allow it

Despair I had and gave up hope
Till this old man approached me
Told me things of Jesus Christ
His love and forgiveness

Right there on the street we prayed
And I gave my heart to Jesus
Felt love, peace, serenity
And lifting of my burden

Now I see a life ahead
Of peace, love and marriage
Pray to Jesus every night
For the man on the street corner
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jul 2011
About this poem:
I started writing this quite a while back. It is a true story with names changed. I came across this when I had my counselling practice. I was working with the client for quite a while with little results. One day she came and told me about this man that approached her on the street corner and how she gave her heart to Jesus. She was a completely changed person and I saw her a few months later on the street on the arms of a gentleman. Finally finished the poem. It is in three parts by design.....thank you.... I should add that Uncle Lester has long since passed away.

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Comments (5)

Mariette01
Hi Steve, it's nice to read a happy ending, even better that you have based your poem on a true story, thanks for this one - Mariette wave
steve1223
Thanks for your nice comment

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gnj4u
Hi, steve1223,
It is sad that Uncle Lester could take childhood, and apparently much of adulthood, away from one if not many innocent girls. Not requiring forgiveness for the violations she suffered, it is wonderful that she did find love and acceptance through her faith and meeting a kindly man. Thank you for sharing this story of love, peace, serenity And lifting of my burden.
steve1223
It is sad how many 'Uncle Lester' there are in this world and how many children they rob of their innocence. They leave permanent scars behind that never really go away.
marikia
But we can always hope that scars would heal: hope is everywhere, it is the last thing we are ready to part with. Hope is in this sequel of poems. Thank you for sharing.bouquet
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