My hands got stuck in the clay
My skin melts into its blackness.
I became one with it!
I slouched through the mush of my decay.
I smelt the perfume of my horrors.
And wept at the snigger of the hollow.
I looked up and saw the light.
I clawed through the darkness.
I miffed through my tears and felt
The sorrow of the miry Clay.
My soul sniffed my shame.
My hands shook with defeat.
I struggled to save what was left,
But grasp empty air!
Love looked me in the eyes and screamed.
Faithfulness hissed at my discomfort.
Hope staggered when I called.
Faith strolled past me in disgust.
Mercy held me close…
And I caught a glimpse of heaven.
I am, but a clay…
Can love forgive all sins?
I wrote this poem when I heard the story of a woman whose husband repeatedly abused her, physically and emotionally. She was still willing to forgive him, she tried to make people see things through the eyes of her abusive husband, calling him the miry clay, insisting that he has issues!!!
Well, this is me writing in the POV (point of view) of this vile man! (By the way, she’s had a miscarriage as a result of the emotional trauma she’d been subjected to)
And believe me, it was difficult trying to know what goes through the mind of such a horrible man! It’s sad that so many women (and sometimes men!) are stranded in abusive relationships, and the heart wrenching part is when the abused tried to explain the irrational behaviours of their partners! I know we cannot be overly protective of our loved ones, but intervening subtly can really prevent tragedies.
One way is by speaking to the abuser, encouraging him/her to seek help for his/her anger, but it’s easier said than done.
The crux of the matter is, how would you know that you’re falling in love with a monster? And, is there hope for the violent?
These are difficult questions to answer and I won’t even try but from my little office in London, I wish you, my friends, a peaceful, love filled weekend!!
Much love, always!