Paul Vargis
TyOn the healing journey, it is like peeling an onion, never able to be constantly positive, and fresh eyes for one’s own history…the journey continues.
It first started asking
how many times have you hit your head?
To morphing along the path,
once narrowed to healing,
to a simple query of…
“how are you still alive?”
Renewing feelings long shut out
becoming complete of heart
soul, mind, and body
in touch
and exploring
deep diving into the memories
the body deems safe to explore
covering horrors most will never speak of…
simple things in ministry, writing and helping others
“Do the thing you do”
“Just one more miracle”
A miracle worker
some dubbed Cain, like an old television show
creating space
assertive advocate
speaking many times into the void
left to twist in the wind
no money for it
no cause for more staff
they do not fit our ideology-belief not allowed
want one more qualified
code for we want someone that will work for
pennies, and do what we say
not what those served strive for
removal of the advocates voice
heart and passion
learned to be helpless
assertiveness can become screaming
into the void
Finally,
the body and soul
say no more
and a life almost lost…
the long road back…
who is coming back?
What is left behind?
The question ringing in the soul,
Did they honestly think I was Superman?
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