Monster

by Deana Cheshier

Are you real or just a dream?
Is it your face inside my scream?
My heart breaks at your wicked deeds
Which I can't look past to see your needs

I ask my heart to understand
How love seems empty in your hands
In a dream of hell we seem to live
To it, the truth I will not give

We came from love but lost our way
This is not our home, we will not stay
For I am you and you are me
With God we live and will forever be

These deeds I see are only dreams
There is no pain, no guilt, no screams
When our hearts join we will find this true
That we are safe, both me and you

The subject of domestic violence is one I have struggled with in my life. In experience and in attempts of forgiveness. After a particularly disturbing evening of listening to some domestic abuse survivors, my faith was tested. I received these healing words through meditation. ~ Deana