Ann-Marie Spittle

HOW CAN YOU?

How can you understand?
You with your perfect life,
Your perfect family,
Your perfect everything!
How can you think that anything you do
Will make a difference?
Do-gooder, do-badder,
You’re all the same to me
Interferers in my world
A world that shuts me in and shuts me out
That makes me want to go,
But I have to stay
Because I have to, because I choose to
If I give up the pain, the hurt, the hate
Then what will I have?
If I become well what will I have?
Will you still be there to hold my hand?
Will you still be there to mop my fevered brow?
No! You’ll be gone as quickly as you came
One more victory to me I say
Will I, won’t I, play your game
Allow you to gain points off my life
I can do that
So talk to me lovingly,
Persuade and pout
But know this I will

©Copyright June 1, 2005 by Ann-Marie Spittle

SAVED CYNIC

He saved me from the person
I had become
The cold hearted broken one
The one who questions why?
Why are you nice to me?
Why have you given me?
Why are you here with me?

His eyes say it all
When I’ve had a bad day
When the pain comes
When my heart hurts
His hug clears it all away
And I feel warm inside
Like childhood used to

When he shares
He warms the part of me
That has forgotten
The belonging of this act
And makes me feel warm
In the sunshine of his love

He’s saved me this child of light
From the darkness that consumed me
And I thank God that he brought him to me
And that I made the effort to know him
For he is a great heart in a small person
And I am proud to know his love