Healing the Soul
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THE SHERMAN TANK
The sun is setting in shades of gray.
Hazy night skies meet with stormy day.
Light of life has grown dim,
since the day I was run over by him.
Fierce with fire he launches the attack
upon his victims who are powerless to fight back.
Using words and silence, body language, authoritative power,
he picks apart the victim hour after hour.
He's crafty, skillful, deliberate and cold.
Reaching into the victim destroying the soul.
His only care is to prove that he's right,
even if he has to kill you slowly, night by night.
Your frontal defense to him is a mere joke,
for he'll knock you out quickly with one deadly stroke.
There's no physical evidence of even one scar,
for emotionally damaged is what his victims are.
He's very dangerous. What he does is no prank.
This deadly predator is known as "The Sherman Tank."
He's belligerent, unyielding, witty and quick.
The goal is to convince you that you're dumb and thick.
The prize to him he'll triumphantly extol,
for over you he has won control.
Take warning, read and self-educate.
Seek out professional help before it's too late.
So when he approaches you don't stand there looking blank,
if you do not wish to be a victim of the fierce "Sherman Tank."
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About the Book
Abuse, deceit, treachery, economic hardship, troubled or unsuccessful relationships, feeling overwhelmed by life’s mishaps and the like all spell pain. Oftentimes we want to talk to someone. Pain leads to depression which can cause one to sink so low that they lose the will to go on.
It would be a tremendous help to so many if only they could be validated, understood and given comfort, new insight and direction.
May the comfort that the pages of this book have to offer serve to heal your soul to the point where you gain clear thinking and new strength to move on in life!
About the Author
I grew up in very dangerous neighborhoods in an environment of extreme violence and crime ridden streets. Every day that I left the house, I had to be prepared for mortal combat. The neighborhoods were like war zones. I've been victimized by all kinds of unsavory characters. I've been through more of life's traumas and injustices than I can say in all of a few words.
My father abandoned the family and shortly thereafter passed away. Resultantly, I was raised in a single-parent home. There were 6 of 10 left for my mother to raise alone. My mother went through more heartache, misery, pain, mishaps, traumas, and injustices than I care to mention here and now. I saw and felt what she went through. I was deeply saddened by it and did whatever I could to comfort and help her. My siblings suffered horrifically and were victimized and scarred as well.
I saw many of my neighbors suffer and die needlessly. I both witnessed and was victimized by people treating people deplorably and haneously.
In the storm of violence poverty, crime, troubles and atrocities, it made me wonder if life was only all about suffering, pain and death.
Oddly enough, I felt a deep sense of something better. I felt a sense of hope. Somehow, I knew that people could be better and do better if they wanted to and if they were taught how, especially the victims. Since I've always wanted to help my fellowman in some way, it gave me great zeal, a sincere heartfelt desire and passion to write this book.