runs with scissors

I have been a thousand  places, and seen so many things;

I have struggled to keep pace, Oh the mess this madness brings-

I have wandered and I’ve wondered, “Will I ever see the End?”

Grateful now, I’ve lived to see what lurks around the bend!

Many faces, masks I’ve worn-They keep pain hid from view,

I would shed them all at once to get a glimpse of you.

Haters claimed I would come to some dreadful, fiery end

Burning up the money they (so kindly) would not lend.

With your help I made it here, and here I now stand tall,

No longer lost, alone or mad, I fear death not at all.

One day very soon we shall  forever be held fast

To the Love that never wavers, the Love that  ever-lasts.

a poem, of sorts, by Susan Todd Martin 5/8/2018



Author: ST Martin

I am an Artist, Poet and Author. A Survivor of Violent Sexual Abuse and Rape, I have lived thru Severe Domestic Violence, Twenty Three years of Addiction and Alcoholism, Family Dysfunction, Chronic Pain, Dependence on Opioids, and 2 Venomous Snake Bites...I have Been Stabbed, Shot at, Tied to a Tree and Choked Unconscious. A Quarter Horse Rolled on Me, as did a Lawn Tractor. I also Wrecked a Harley into a Tree! I also have PTSD and Rapid Cycling Bipolar Disorder, and spent my 18th birthday in a Locked Psychiatric Ward. I am so much more than this: I feel like a tiny seed that sprouted in a desert, and now has grown into a Passion Vine. My Art is my Voice, Screaming, Crying, Praying, Loving, Laughing, Healing- all in Riotous Color...