Alleyway (Photo credit: Terry Freedman)

Looking for a saviour
In this city refuse
Dark alleyways
Are clarion calls
To the very circles of hell

I tried
With every fibre
Every strivingย muscle
Of my pathetic being
To rise
Rise above even one
Challenge before me

But I am chastised
By reality
An errant child
Trembling before the headmaster
Dreading the cruel fall
Of the cane

Standing in this dock
Of my own making
Gazing back at implacable eyes
That will not understand
Nor comprehend
My path here
I know
In the creeping chill
Of my broken bones
No mercy here
No mercy here

No mercy deserved
I am my actions
And they cut within me
As I knew they would
As I knew they should
For I am a shattered person
And so sought to shatter others
This is only my fault
No mercy here

Crying yet for a saviour
Not because I deserve one
Not because this journey
Is remarkable or pure
Even in intent, if not execution

Much more for the detritus
I am submerged within
Much more for my singular
Quiet, pitiful need
To be lifted, lifted out
Lifted up

No hidden angel as a stranger
Meets me on this road
I am carried on this wave
Of disapproval
To foreign, ugly shores

No-one stops to make
A wish or prayer for me
I am alone, invisible
Still looking for a saviour
In this brokenness of life
Not for redemption
Or resurrection
Only this, only this
Just that I need
Just that I need

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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22 Responses to Saviour

  1. lala1966 says:

    there was a sad time when I could relate so much to this. Really great poem. You have such a way with words xx

  2. Excellent and emotional poem.

  3. purple says:

    one of your strongest I think, or at least it felt that way to me in this moment … I am all too familiar with that “need” right now.

  4. Powerful. In your need, reach up, He is always there for you. Awesome, Helen!!

  5. Kira says:

    I’m kind of speechless after that one…wow!!

  6. Gut-wrenching, wow Helen!

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  8. Eric says:

    God sends the truest savior,
    one bold on bended knee.
    He may not be our flavor,
    nor bring eternity.

    The savior that is so sent
    is closer than we think,
    so pitiful when he’s bent;
    yet strong when all hopes sink.

    Though life low seems, it mere dust
    to ponder in mirror,
    saving starts in us, as must
    courage, all the clearer.

    It’s not fall that brings defeat,
    nor blow from stronger hand,
    but to remain felled when feet,
    though pained, must take their stand.


  9. lynnkennison says:

    Awesome piece of writing! Makes me jealous;)

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