Unspoken Cries

The pain itself is not felt or hurt
At the time of the affliction.
Only after, when the poison has sunk in
A wound drives deep with mixed emotion.

The pain itself is not heard or seen
Once the word is spoken.
Only after, the meaning revealed
A sword drives deep; a heart that's broken.

So speak the words of kindness and of wisdom
This is my prayer and delight
To clothe a woman in confidence
And set a doomed man straight

To release the bonds of fear
And ravish in the arms of freedom
Knowing that it is not i who speaks
But He
Who speaks
For me.

So dry that cup once filled with rage
Let loose the pain that held you back
And fill instead that cup of yours
All the graces of which you lack.

JDog 2011

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