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“Battlefield of My Mind”

By Wendy Young

I hear the cries from a distant part of my mind, from a past of terror and emotional pain. How do I stop the memories from evading my waking hours and my interrupted sleep?

I cry concrete tears, and cuddle in the warmth of my covers, trying desperately to escape the images marching in my mind.

Does anyone really SEE who I am?

Does anyone really KNOW who I am?

Hope does! In the form of quiet prayers. In support of others who share in my pain and don’t ignore what has happened to me. God sends people to nourish my mind, my soul. He sees who I really am and loves unconditionally.

Now I transfer that healing strength to wage a war against the pain and the past. To give voice to the survivor who I am. To stand up for the little girl that couldn’t.

I’m healing. Step by step, moment to moment I surrender the pain and replace it with love and knowledge, molding and recreating a newer self.

I sleep peacefully. My tears are not concrete, but flow into a pool of healing light that emanates from within me.

The battle has been won! My mind is free and whole!