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What Money Taught Me

Benjamin seduced me 
As I held him between my finger tips
So smooth with crisp edges 
Promising happiness 
Telling me I held the world in my hands 

He gave me a mansion
6 bedrooms, 7 bathrooms
4 bars, 4 fireplaces 
A pool, pool house, and indoor basketball court 
But when I sat outside my mom’s bedroom door, 
Crying out to her, “Mom, don’t do something stupid, please”
Paralyzed with fear, trembling at the thought of losing her 
My mansion didn’t intervene 

When my mom screamed, “I hate you”
Not one of the 6 bedrooms erased her words,
Leaving me curled up in a tiny closet
With my arms wrapped around my knees,
Each elbow touching a wall
Alone with the echoing of her words, Sobbing,
But my Father filled that closet with love
While my empty, desperate soul soaked it up like a sponge 

When my dad took me in the shower
And made me want to disappear
Benjamin didn’t protect me
Or stop my innocence from washing down the drain
But 13 years later, you father,
Removed the veil of pain that covered my heart
The pain held behind my eyes evaporated
Leaving sunflowers against clear blue skies 

When my mom drove us to apartments
And bridges and threatened that we would live there
If my grandparents stopped supporting us,
Benjamin didn’t protest.
Benjamin controlled our life
Persuaded my family into the illusion
That paper represents love
And can give you the world
Enslaving us to him

He gave me a brand new red
4-door jeep wrangler

But when Husband #3 lied to my mom,
And said I called her a terrible mom
And I was kicked out
My wrangler didn’t reveal the truth
When my dad broke his promises
Over and over
Shattering my heart
Benjamin just stared at the shards 
But you, my Father, waited for me to hand over the pieces
Then you gently fused them back together  

When my friend died at 22
In a freak accident
Big Red didn’t bring her back
Or give me a chance to say goodbye
But you showed me the uncertainty of our days
The importance of what we do today, not tomorrow  

He gave me an airplane and
Vacation homes

But when Husband #3 tried to strangle my mom
And she contemplated staying
And my dad wouldn’t let me live with him
My airplane didn’t rescue me

When he blamed me for the divorce
And sent me death threats, dead animals and drugs,
Benjamin remained silent

He gave me a boat

But when I was injured
Crushing my Olympic dream
Ripping my world away from me
Benjamin was no where to be found 

He gave me laptops, Burberry coats,
Jewelry, and clothes

But when my dog died in my arms
My laptop didn’t dry the tears
That dripped down my face and soaked my sweatshirt 

When I had seizures
And the doctors thought I had a brain tumor
Money didn’t promise more days
Or give me peace
But you reached down from your throne
And wrapped your arms around me
You showed me I don’t belong here
I’m not afraid to live, because I’m not afraid to die
I’m not afraid to go home

I waited for Benjamin to give me the world
Clenching onto his promise
Like a child with a security blanket
Until it was ripped from my hands
Leaving me with nothing 

But what did he really ever give me?

You hold my hand when I walk through tunnels of darkness
When I stumble, you pick me up
When I wander, you bring me back
When I complained I didn’t want to bear the cross I’d been given
You reached down and rocked me back and forth like a baby
You comforted me, and when I least deserved it,
You whispered, “I love you, my child. Trust me.”

And so I will. Lead me wherever you may. 

Life Unravels

I watch my life unravel in front of my eyes

The castle I spent the last 20 years building tumbling down 

From one tiny earthquake 

I built my castle on sand 

Jenga blocks crashing down from one wrong move 

The snow globe that held my life smashed on the floor 

 

My canvas smeared at the beginning 

Tainted from the start 

The Masterpiece I painted was in vein

Although there is truth, the canvas still distorts it. 

It doesn’t matter how much truth you paint over lies 

Lies still taint the color the painting was supposed to have 

Only God’s white light will restore the canvas 

I have to hand over the paintbrush 

So He can paint white light over the lies before more truth is added 

And He can start His Masterpiece 

Otherwise, blue won’t be blue, but green. 

The sky will look like grass. 

You’re world will be upside down. 

My work is pointless. He has to do it. 

The Tunnel

The Tunnel Part 2

In the beginning darkness consumed me

I stood in a tunnel

No light to be seen

Each memory making me colder and colder

Each flashback stopping me in my tracks

So afraid to take another step

I was becoming smaller and smaller

Alone with my memories and feelings

The silence deafening, except for the drip, drip of water

And the echo that followed each drip 

Reminding me that I was alone and stuck

I couldn’t see my hand in front of me 

I was so discombobulated 

I forgot what direction I needed to go

Was I going forward or backward?

I couldn’t tell.

My body shivering

Just trying to survive

Then it came

At the end of the tunnel

A small speck of light

I still had a long way to go

But I knew I would be okay

I knew I wouldn’t be in the darkness forever

I knew the sun would pierce my soul 

I knew the direction I was headed

I would feel the heat of the sun again

I had been in the tunnel so long

I forgot that light existed

I didn’t realize I was wandering alone in darkness

I’d been there so long

So it’s going to take awhile for my eyes to readjust

For me to refocus

Time for my body to stop shivering

My eyes to not need to squint in the brightness

My toes to warm up

My ears to listen to the birds chirping

And the clouds drifting

And to figure out what it all means to me

Only then can I confront my father about the tunnel he put me in

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I couldn’t bring my foot to step outside 

I stared at the round edge of the tunnel that framed me

A door into a new world 

I made it to the light,, but I stood frozen 

Staring at the end of the cement and the beginning of green grass 

What if the light is too bright?

What if it hurts?

What if a lion attacks me? 

I was well acquainted with the darkness

Comfortable with the musty smell

The song of the echoes from water dripping 

I knew the demons I faced well, 

But now there could be new demons 

I didn’t know anything about this new world 

But You took my hand and led me out 

Showed me it wasn’t scary 

The light feels good; it doesn’t hurt 

I don’t have to fear myself 

I’m not afraid anymore

To sing in my off beat voice

To shout to the world 

To play my own song 

To dance to my own rhythm 

Beat to my own drum 

I’m not missing out anymore

The world is full of smells, sounds, colors, and textures to be enjoyed 

Vanilla yogurt body wash 

Eucalyptus and peppermint bath salts 

Crisp clean spring air 

Birds chirping

The sun rising 

The sun respects me 

It rises slowly each day so my eyes can adjust 

Lions don’t attack me 

There is so much to explore

Unexplored mountains, gardens, and fields

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