Excerpt From the Cradle to the Cyclone Fence

Introduction to the book:
There was a bloodless war, a secret war, in the house. There were invisible wounds inflicted by bullets of verbal combat. The battles were intense. There was an ambush on the family in the house as they were attacked with silent weapons by a dark world of deception and destruction. It was a spiritual war.
This book was written about that war, the one that everyone in the house tried to keep a secret. But the secret was much too massive to hide. The dark world of substance abuse exploded in the house, attacking just one member of the family while the others were sleeping, unprepared. But the others felt the shock with destruction leaving deep scars.
There was one that suffered the most, the one caught in the trap, the one in the spider's web. He was confused, being blinded by the lies in his own head. He was suspended between the good and the bad worlds. He was captive in an ugly world that sought to destroy him.

Poem From the Cradle to the Cyclone Fence

CRADLED

Finely crafted, predestined, meticulously designed

Toiled and labored from the touch of the Potter's hand.

A small treasure with no imperfection to her eye,

Cradled in her arms and sheltered from the shifting sand.

Entrusted in her care, the task of molding the clay,

Too soon the darkness loomed to threaten the binding tie,

A fingering crack in the clay, seen only by her

To patch the flaw, too tiresome , the mending of a lie.

A raging storm cast shadows on the fading calm,

the sorrowing Potter had sent the gift as a loan,

The clay could not be mended; the hot sun's rays beat down,

No shade from the smoldering heat, her prayer a moan.

Still clinging to her possession, the time growing nigh,

The Potter would be returning, his gift to recall.

She knew the bloodless war, non relenting, had won.

Reclaiming her gift, powerless to prevent the fall.

Mending the crack, the Potter began his tedious work,

Never to return, He slowly concealed the defect.

He cradled the gift gently under His loving wing,

On her knees, she saw him, and the work He did perfect'.

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