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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Angry (08/02/07)

TITLE: Silently I Shake My Fists and Let the Anger Flow
By Julie Ruspoli
08/08/07


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Things that hurt cannot be changed,
Woefully I search my soul, for peace of mind from lifeís eternal thorn.

Then anger enters every shred of life thatís left in me,
Silently I shake my fists at things I cannot change,
My insides shout to life itself, my precious daughter, why?

I watch her face that blankly stares,
That perfect face, so far from baby smiles,
Behind her eyes I only see, the awful hurt inside.

Silently I shake my fists at courts that inflict pain,
And not upon the evil one who took her smile away,
But only upon my precious daughter, why?

Oceans of tears could never ease this inflamed pain,
But only allow the evil to rule my cluttered mind,
Anger waves replace silenced tears, my precious daughter, why?

One day my precious baby will smile again for real,
Hope is layered daily, within my thoughts and prayers,
This shall be my safety net, to make it one more day.

Silently I shake my fists and let the anger flow,
Evil will not prevail in me, I have a secret shield,
Itís placed within my troubled mind, a baby smile revealed.

Jesus take control again and keep the tears away,
Let the anger ease the pain, striving to take control,
That tries to take away my mind and let the evil in.

Lord keep me sane another day, until the hurt has gone,
And to her face, my precious daughters baby smile returns.

Then, silently I shall shake my fists and let the anger flow, no more.


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Willa Maye08/09/07
Your poem said a lot:"Things that hurt cannot be changed" but through prayer things are changed--if only the hearts of those who hurt. Good luck with your writing!
Jan Ackerson 08/13/07
Wonderful title, a poem that demands several reads because of its rich layering. Very good!
Pam Carlson-Hetland08/13/07
Ah, the words of a mother. Nothing angers us more than when our children are hurt and we can do nothing about it. You expressed it very well and eventually walk through to the conclusion that Jesus will take it and there is hope. Powerful.
Dee Yoder 08/14/07
The pain and anger are very well described in your poem. Good job of getting the emotions into your writing.
Julie Ruspoli08/14/07
Mom,

I loved this poem! I cried, yes I finally read it and I'm sorry it took me so long.

Love Your Daughter,
Jennifer
Joanne Sher 08/14/07
Excellent message and delivery. I could feel the emotion so vividly.
Joy Faire Stewart08/15/07
The mother's anguish is so vivid. The raw emotions gave me chills. I was please to read a happier ending.
Kristen Hester08/15/07
Very real. The emotions are vividly expressed. I wanted to know more. Good job.
Terry R A Eissfeldt 08/15/07
wonderfully communicated
It flowed well too
Loren T. Lowery08/15/07
Great depth and emotion is displayed here and it is genuinely tangible. I loved the line, "Evil will not prevail in me, I have a secret shield,
Itís placed within my troubled mind, a baby smile revealed" It contains so much hope. Wonderful job!
Verna Cole Mitchell 08/15/07
You did a wonderful job of showing the anger a mother has for hurts for her daughter.
Tracy Walshaw09/04/07
Your poem made me need kleenex, too! I have a 17 year old son, Coty, who struggles so much, and seeing him travel mountains high and valleys so low because of Satan pulling him and confusing him breaks my heart. Our ONLY hope is in Jesus, who goes out into those stormy, windy nights to walk right beside them, because we can't. He'll bring them home! Thank you for your beautiful, heart-felt work. It really touched me!