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 striving 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
helenvalentina 
there was a sad time when I could relate so much to this. Really great poem. You have such a way with words xx
Thank you so much!! 🙂 🙂
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Excellent and emotional poem.
Thanks so much Charles! 🙂 🙂
Intense!
Thank you!! 🙂 🙂
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.
Thank you – if you are indeed in that sort of ‘space’ I hope you resolve it soon and feel happier and more positive…it is a dark place to traverse. 🙂
I wish I were not in that space but I am and traversing it is not an option but thanks for your kindness helen
Powerful. In your need, reach up, He is always there for you. Awesome, Helen!!
Thanks Skye, sis..much appreciated as always!!! 🙂 🙂
I’m kind of speechless after that one…wow!!
Thank you!! 🙂 🙂
Gut-wrenching, wow Helen!
Thank you!! 🙂
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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.
Eric
Ah lovely! the perfect antidote for the sickness I was portraying in my poem, the perfect positivity and light to balance the dark! Thank you so much!! 🙂 🙂
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Awesome piece of writing! Makes me jealous;)
Wow, thank you, that is so kind, particularly as you are a very fine writer!!! (so no need for jealousy at all 🙂 ) 🙂 🙂