Powerful, Emotional Writings: An Aid to Adult Child Abuse Survivors

Only Love


Some days I feel like I am lost.
The Love is gone,
The burden’s tossed Back on my shoulders.
Where has It gone?
Where has Love gone?

I know It’s here,
It’s all around.
It never leaves,
Only hidden by my fears.
How can I feel It?
Oh, how can I feel It?

Then a “Softness” comes
And disolves my fears.
Washed away Through a flood of tears
Is my sorrow.
No more sorrow.
Only Love.
1990 Ken S.

One Response to Only Love

  • INVICTUS

    OUT OF THE NIGHT THAT COVERS ME,
    BLACK AS THE PIT FROM POLE TO POLE,
    I THANK WHATEVER GODS MAY BE,
    FOR MY UNCONQUERABLE SOUL.

    IN THE FELL CLUTCH OF CIRCUMSTANCE
    I HAVE NOT WINCED NOR CRIED OUT LOUD.
    UNDER THE BLUDGEONINGS OF CHANCE
    MY HEAD IS BLOODY, BUT UNBOWED.

    BEYOND THIS PLACE OF WRATH AND TEARS
    LOOMS BUT THE HORROR OF THE SHADE,
    AND YET THE MENACE OF THE YEARS,
    FINDS AND SHALL FIND ME UNAFRAID.

    IT MATTERS NOT HOW STRAIGHT THE GATE,
    HOW CHARGED WITH PUNISHMENT THE SCROLL,
    I AM THE MASTER OF MY FATE:
    I AM THE CAPTAIN OF MY SOUL.

    -WILLIAM ERNEST HENLY

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