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Created for some of the more raw and painful aspects of growing up different. Sometimes angry, sometimes funny, always honest. Sometimes, the language is very harsh because pain is not gentle.

I am determined to chronicle all aspects of living with absolute candor and genuineness. It allows a connection with others at a deep soul level because they see that you understand their struggles when you reveal your own. If you are offended by cursing or expect the beauty you see on my other blog, Whisper Creek, then you may want to avoid this one. This is the very human side of me, the one God plainly sees. It is the part that God is healing. Let that be my witness.

Saturday, March 24, 2012

Fur Night Dreams



I sought a place
to disappear
I didn't know why
I didn't know where

the instinct burned
It begged me go
It hastened now
Quick speed bestow

Shivered shoulders
A watched-feeled back
A hunted prey's worst nightmare
No goosebumps did I lack

Searching quickly
No hiding place find
No weapon to defend
No sweet peace of mind

Listening for my predator
A monster with evil breath
I heard silence loudly trumpeting
As I waited for my death

My heart beat a thousand lives
My mouth dry as desert eve
As the clock ticked away the minutes
For the moment I did believe

In my dreams I had seen the future
The fur the eyes the blood
And I knew that I was next
Fear filled me like a flood

Then finally it arrived
My terror choking hour
Remember me when I die
With a simple sweet white flower

Around the corner it came
The shadow large and pressing
I asked for forgiveness for all my sins
And begged for last rite blessings

Then expecting heaven to say
It is finished, it is written
Walking toward me limping came
A tiny little kitten

Her leg, the fur all matted
The blood mixed with road dust
Her eyes begged for kindness
My heart begged her to trust

For that which had brought me terror
Didn't look so scary now
Just another soul who was broken
And needed me somehow

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