These poems were written before Tom's death. For years Tom provided me a safe place ,a refuge, & this rock of a man
protected me from all my demons. He encouraged me to seek the council of a real Christian Councilor in our church. I started writing my feelings in poetry & Tom was my best critic. As he encouraged me to continue on with my writing & counseling . Many nights & afternoons we talked about the difference he could see in me. The morning he died Tom had said to me over coffee " I can see your better, The pain in your eyes is almost gone."
My life with him was good, and he was so wise. For years in his own way, he worked to help me heal from the many betrayal's I had experienced in my life. He was patient, good & wise & I am a better person because of this good, good man. The following poems are written about a past that I could not let go of, until my wounds were ripped open, I finally put it on paper. Thank You Tom & Thank you Jeannie for opening the flood gates to heal my soul.
The Recovery Room
I was sick, Heart and soul sick.
It was a long illness that that looked to be fatal
How long had I had it? It started back in my cradle
Back then it seemed like a simple cold
But as time passed, it really took hold
Took hold of of my heart, took hold of my pride
Took everything good and I started to die
Once I trusted, Once I believed, Once I felt safe, then I was deceived.
Deceived by the one you should always trust
The one that raises you, should love you, no matter what
I was so young when I discovered this revelation,
Not every Family welcomed this generation
As I got older the sickness set in, distrust, & judgement
Were my only friends
I got to the place I could no longer hide
My only solution ........Suicide
But someone found me as I took my last breaths
I woke up in Recovery someone compressing my chest
His face was Perfect, Peaceful & Sweet
He spoke so gently, It 's not your time to leave
My Father said .... go back, I've healed your soul
You belong to me, a child in my fold
I laid peacefully in the Recovery Room I could still feel
Christ presence, as love started to bloom
Forgiveness filled my entire being, I opened my eyes
And for the first time I was seeing.
I had given my heart to Christ long ago,
But I handled all my troubles & wouldn't let go
There In the Recovery Room that day
Jesus took my sickness, and burdens away.
I am well................
Other poems written before Tom's passing are "Cup Of Bitterness" and
"Forgiveness" and coming soon are my very first poems I wrote when I began Counseling. They are called "Rage!!!" and "Raw" When I get the courage, I will post them here. Tom said they are my best....... they hurt the most and he was there to hold me and love me through the lancing of my very old wounds. Tom Carter was my Hero.
protected me from all my demons. He encouraged me to seek the council of a real Christian Councilor in our church. I started writing my feelings in poetry & Tom was my best critic. As he encouraged me to continue on with my writing & counseling . Many nights & afternoons we talked about the difference he could see in me. The morning he died Tom had said to me over coffee " I can see your better, The pain in your eyes is almost gone."
My life with him was good, and he was so wise. For years in his own way, he worked to help me heal from the many betrayal's I had experienced in my life. He was patient, good & wise & I am a better person because of this good, good man. The following poems are written about a past that I could not let go of, until my wounds were ripped open, I finally put it on paper. Thank You Tom & Thank you Jeannie for opening the flood gates to heal my soul.
The Recovery Room
I was sick, Heart and soul sick.
It was a long illness that that looked to be fatal
How long had I had it? It started back in my cradle
Back then it seemed like a simple cold
But as time passed, it really took hold
Took hold of of my heart, took hold of my pride
Took everything good and I started to die
Once I trusted, Once I believed, Once I felt safe, then I was deceived.
Deceived by the one you should always trust
The one that raises you, should love you, no matter what
I was so young when I discovered this revelation,
Not every Family welcomed this generation
As I got older the sickness set in, distrust, & judgement
Were my only friends
I got to the place I could no longer hide
My only solution ........Suicide
But someone found me as I took my last breaths
I woke up in Recovery someone compressing my chest
His face was Perfect, Peaceful & Sweet
He spoke so gently, It 's not your time to leave
My Father said .... go back, I've healed your soul
You belong to me, a child in my fold
I laid peacefully in the Recovery Room I could still feel
Christ presence, as love started to bloom
Forgiveness filled my entire being, I opened my eyes
And for the first time I was seeing.
I had given my heart to Christ long ago,
But I handled all my troubles & wouldn't let go
There In the Recovery Room that day
Jesus took my sickness, and burdens away.
I am well................
Other poems written before Tom's passing are "Cup Of Bitterness" and
"Forgiveness" and coming soon are my very first poems I wrote when I began Counseling. They are called "Rage!!!" and "Raw" When I get the courage, I will post them here. Tom said they are my best....... they hurt the most and he was there to hold me and love me through the lancing of my very old wounds. Tom Carter was my Hero.