One Sole At A Time!

Girl Power!

Written 9/18/11 on behalf of friend Dianne Samoff #1187

This is a story that had to be told.
A message of hope for young and for old.
The disease of unease that only acts bold.
It has no plan toward any woman or man.

The pain is not really directed at you.
It’s just that the scars affect the first within view.
Acting on jealousy to destroy what was once glued.
Denying the necessity of a smile misconstrued.

Control is an act of cowardice and fear.
Triggers to the why is rarely if ever clear.
That sound of trouble is the voice of evil sans the tear.
You’ll shed a plenty as your thrown into the rear.

Progressive is this madness deep within an illness.
Hours of silence when you question the stillness.
NEVER their fault. Can’t you see their innocence?
A behavior learned and taught. Gee why so tense?
Over and over and over and over this nonsense…

That guilt you feel becomes immense.
Still an inner voice tries to make sense.
The life of hope and dreams once had.
Shattered with a backhand as good has gone to bad.
Funny, he doesn’t act at all like Dad…
Where in the hell did this tidal wave of insecurity come from?
EGAD!

Seconds into days into months into years.
Prayers unanswered as you’re weakened between your ears.
The problem isn’t you. The red flag was revealed.
Deep within a monster of rage that stays concealed.
Steep below a stage of pain and shame you can’t convey
Still you call out to a God as you start to pray…

Then came the day-a will and a way.
You gathered thy forces and decided to go astray.
Never again would the sound of hand and flesh be your daily pay.
In the name of God, I will Love myself, my children…Okay?

Dearly beloved once I ran scared.
To Hell with the Devil. Ive seen his face so now I’m dared.
To testify against this insecure monster of mayhem.
In denial no more I speak now on behalf of them.

Once I had no mouth and needed to scream.
Thankfully upon awakening the now is but a dream.
A life outside of God and Truth can never last.
This is why my story of hope is told-To eradicate the past!

The refrain from pain can be physical or in the mind.
This story of redemption will lead you from the blind.
Where once I ran in fear and looking behind my back.
The light and the love of God and friends keep me on track.

This process this change is timely no doubt.
Facing your demon will erase any doubts.
You won’t see this now as you fumble about.
When ready don’t be heady extend a hand for what’s planned.

A life of abundance and happy and plenty.
Think about sole to the tune of twenty.
Symbolic are these heels for those who can’t see.
There is no place no way no how for physical trauma upon thee.

Now now, Not ever, No way, no how.
Welcome to life of WOW.
Keep that memory in the past, that POW
This moment is you this opportunity is NOW
Stand your ground and raise thy brow!

Education truly the key.
In a manner of ways in the number of three
Mentally, physically, spiritually.
The feel of good footwear great for the mentality.
Pain and Anger a sinister duality
Walk a mile and partake a smile. That’s my actuality.

If we can get you through that door
You wont be alone unlike times before
Surround yourself with peers who understand
Strength in numbers to provide a helping hand.

Just when you think things can’t get better
Say hello to the miracle of life
Nothing to forgive or be sorry about.
Everything is okay as you begin a life with clout.

Change is the key.
This story I share for thee.
I know this can work for you.
For it did for me too.

This affliction of addiction affects all styles.
The rich guy the hungry fly Miss Homeless about to die.
Accept what has been but never forget
Move ahead with head high and no regrets

You my friend have a story to tell.
Find your heaven, we know about the hell.
In your walk We will wish you well.
Toil your seeds like the Farmer in the Dell.

Congratulations! It appears you’re on your way.
Like Winston you can stop on a dime.
When asked what the difference was for you.
Say it loud and say it proud:
It was all about the shoes.
I found myself one sole at a time.

From deep below near the bottom of a trough.
Someone had a desire and a dream.
This poem in honor of Dianne Samoff.
She the overseer of one incredible team
Of unconditional love…

Willie Martin
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