profiler Poetry (2)

You came into my life, it was to my delight,
You touched me like no other, i never knew any better,
With your arms you held me tight and a promise to protect me forever.
You held my hand when i had fear of being around others,
I always felt a bit different than all the other little children,
I stood afar and watched them play, fear was there and present,
Nobody knew what i had gone through expect you and another,
I blamed myself for years for all that had happened,
I lost the ability to learn and did poorly in school,
kids laughed at me because i was slow, thought of me
as a fool.

Years have all since passed, i found who i am,
A prisoner to night terrors caused by you and all of them.
Oh, you were the first but you were not the last.
To take a child of 5 and sentence her to life.

If it was not for god i would have chose death,
then to have to live with these memories deep within
my head. A touch means many things, some good, some
bad, but a childhood can be forever lost by a mere
touch of a hand

And behold he was there,
He was among the angels and rode the clouds
As if they were hundreds of buffalo fleeing in
every direction,
The light within him emerged
as a jagged edged sword upon
the face of heaven,
I was a witness to his grace,
For he is ALPHA OMEGA,
The beginning and end!