And So They Let Her

And So They Let Her…

Author: Beth Poulin

She was made by great people, She came from great stock,

At the very beginning, darkness ticked not the clock.

She was born into privilege, She was born into light,
She was rambunctious in daytime, She was restful by night.

She was graced with some talent, She was blessed with some brain,
That precision, that pedestal, was hers to craft and to gain.

She smiled in the spotlight, She put trophies on the shelf,
She developed the image, but She had no sense of self.

She kept checking the boxes, kept seizing the day,
But the darkness was growing, She was not close to ok.

She took Their support, She fed off Their praise,
She made it look normal, and it seemed like a phase.

She had talent with lying, She could put on the show,
They had NO way to see it, They had NO way to know…

…And So They Let Her Rise

Her life become hollow, perfection too much,
The demons, the devils, the defects and such.

She preferred to be wrecked, to be broken, enslaved,

She had no interest in help, no desire to be saved.

She lied and She cheated and injured and stole,

Cared not for Her pieces, Her whole or Her soul.

She burned all her bridges and wore out Her welcome,

She drank and She starved with no care for the outcome.

They paid and They prayed, and They pleaded and cried,

But in heart and in mind They knew lightness had died.

They used all Their resource, They TRIED and They TRIED,

But They lost Her each minute She deceived and denied.

She spit in Their faces, explained away all Their fears,

She rubbished Their love and She laughed at Their tears…

…And So They Let Her Fall

She dipped toes in the water, to meetings She went,

She admitted She needed the messages GOD sent.

She listened to friends and saw fellows succeed,

She writhed and She thrashed to make peace with the need.

She tried to be ready, She opened one ear,

She stumbled, She mumbled, still best friends with fear.

She felt the disorder and dissected the pains,
She wanted back on the tracks, not to chase the wrong trains.

She tried one near-death shot, but that shot didn’t take,

She then knew to rebuild Oh Sweet God She must break.

The bottom She found and the bottom She sought,

Found that peace couldn’t be drank, or be purged or be bought.

She finally said quietly, could barely hold up Her head,

“I think I need HELP”, from Her hospital bed….

…And So They Let Her Grow

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Doctors and Therapists and Counselors, Oh My,

She went and She vented with clear sparkle in eye.

She grew brave with the fight, the release of confession,

Knew corrected living was now her divined new profession.

She paid up and hushed up and stood up and found,
She would find Her full aura if She stood Her full ground.

She processed, accepted and wounds She did sew,
Fell into the balance and learned how to say no.

She re-entered the real word, pledged service and shared,

Showed family and friends and HERSELF that She cared.

She captured and raptured the saving power of love,

When it comes from within and around and ABOVE.

She kicked and She treaded, head stayed high above water,

Through the sunlight of the spirit, They again saw Their Daughter…

…And So They Let Her Go

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