Reluctant Warrior (Sonnet for my brave, sweet friend)
by Marie Elena
Photo by Keith R. Good
The daddy that abused demands respect,
While brazenly he’s courting the profane.
She waits for alcohol to take effect,
Or swallows pills to numb the memory’s pain.
She daily chokes down bitter, misplaced guilt
That he’s imposed since she was just a child.
Wet pillow, stained where nightly shame is spilt,
Her very tears believe they are defiled.
But now she shuns her means for quick relief;
She’s trading pills and alcohol for truth.
And though her battle’s cruel beyond belief,
She’s vanquishing the crutches of her youth.
Her steadfast vision lifts and touches me.
Her only goal? “To God, the glory be.”
© Marie Elena Good, 2017
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I see the depth of love, Marie, and the depth of pain… Amazing poem by a gifted poet! Beautiful photo too!
Thank you so much. ❤
You truly have an awesome gift, Marie. You are such a blessing and so loving to this person about whom you write.
Thank you David. You are so generous, always. Our friend is amazing, even though she doesn’t see it that way. And our Redeemer is truly beyond comprehension.