My journey of healing, regarding parental neglect, began with a poem. After writing the poem, releasing the anger and resentment, I placed the poem in a box far from view and didnít return to it until years later. When I did, I found that I wasnít as angry as I was before and though I still longed for the love of my parents (especially my dad whom I still havenít met) I was able to view the situation from a different perspective which was more positive.
I Still Crave The Love of My Dad
By Janice S Ramkissoon
I know not what to call you,
Though I refer to you as Dad.
My heart urges to love you,
But my emotions for you are blank.
Reserved in my heart a special place
Just waiting for you to claim;
There lies an empty space,
Replacing happiness with pain.
Iíve spent years imagining your face,
Still more years running without a cheer!
Now it pours, leaving traces on my face,
Youíre still not here to dry my tears.
My childís given me a new lease of life!
My true friends God has revealed!
I dance with the love of my life!
But the love of my dad is still concealed.
Now slowly my yearning fades
As I learn to trust in Godís perfect plan;
Realising His love never fades!
But I still crave the love of my dad!
I edited the poem and shared it in the public domain, with the hope that it would help others in a similar situation to mine. The feedback I received helped me to understand that there are many other individuals who are hurting in this way and just need someone who understand a little of what they are going through and support them on the road to deliverance.
Many who are hurting in this way, find themselves on a roller-coaster of emotions and some get very depressed. It affects the way they react to situations and those they are affiliated with. They borderline average in school and it takes a lot of encouragement for them to achieve certain things in life. It therefore causes individuals to be ineffective in their areas of ministry and employment. There is little support for these individuals because not many people recognize how crippling it is to have such a void in oneís life.
I am happy to know that one poem shared with others can make a difference to hurting souls. I am now sharing in this format to encourage others to use the gifts that God has given them to help others, and in the process receive that which God has in store for them.
By using my gift of writing God has been pouring out His blessings of healing in various areas of my life. He gives me the inspiration and I begin to write. I write poems, songs, articles, plays (whatever I am inspired to write) and through these pieces of writing God has been speaking to me in various ways. He has been chastising me, cleansing me, comforting me and using me to encourage, motivate and inspire others to receive their healing too. I am receiving the healing I needed and I am looking forward to my total deliverance.
I have written many other pieces that have developed from this poem. I have shared some with you and will share others here. I pray that you will be blessed as you read. Share the blessings with others as you have been blessedóthatís love! Love is to be shared.
The journey continues...
Your sister in Christ Janice S Ramkissoon
3rd September 2012
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
Blessings, Janice. When we are in the school of life with the Lord as our Teacher, I believe sharing what we learn is a vital element of our testimony for Him. If we keep it hidden, it will eventually grow dim and our faith will stagnate. But if we share - well, then we march toward Heaven with a bounce in our step healing and being healed; blessing and being blessed. Kudos here for your honesty and humbleness. Love you, sis! (((XXXX)))