I am shrouded
By a dark night
Pressing down on me
Sounds of silence
Shrill an empty void
My heart is heavy
As I grapple for air
Sleep teases
As my nightmares
Torment
Category poetry
His Child
I’ve been struggling with contentment
It has alluded me
I am trying
But I am not content
I am resentful
And despondent
This evening I received a gift
Encouragement from a friend
An unexpected message about being content
A much needed message
It just popped out, she said
And I know
And I believe
It is God speaking to me
Because He knows
He understands
He feels my pain
And He still loves me
He is a living God
And I am His child.
Glory, my Lord!
It is from being low
That we can rise up high
From kissing grounds
To touching sky
I crouch below
And hide away
My covered face
Begins to pray
I rest awhile
I wait for God
Glory to heaven
Glory, my Lord!
Uncontrolled
I resent every part of me
That took a stand and
Stood up for myself
The adult within
That said you will not
Abuse the child within
The adult is still there
Lurking in the dark
While the child cries
Uncontrollably
Black Cat
Do not mess
With this cat!
Best
The best I can do
Is to be the best I can be
To lift my eyes
And see the light
To walk with my shoulders back
With my spine in place
With a smiling face
And to see myself
As the best that I can be
Opening my Heart
I open my heart
To morning sunshine
I invite light
To warm my being
I welcome peace
To wash over me
Request
Help me to show love
Help me to be a friend
Help me to share of myself
Help me to give and not only take
Help me to accept and give thanks
And help me to know it’s not all
About me
My New Mantra
No idiots
How long?
Until I feel whole again
Until I am not obsessing every single morning, noon and night
Until I no longer hope that you will contact me
Until I erase your touch from my memory –
Your sweet delicious lips that got me every single time?
How long?
(Make it go away)
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