Month: December 2015

Sixteen Tears

| Laura Lee Bonde

You haven’t heard much from me lately because I’ve been giving all my attention to my kids the past few days to prepare for Carolyn’s sixteenth birthday and just “be there” for her, which was much needed.

For the past two years, Carolyn’s thrown a birthday party, and for the past two years, no one from school has shown up, and when your young (or old), that tends to wear on you.

Her party was for two of clock in the afternoon until whenever. She’d hoped to hang out, play basketball and football, play games, and sit around the fire pit with her friends. Well, you can imagine her disappointment. Continue reading →

“Half n Half”

| Laura Lee Bonde

there’s a still
a quiet
a moment
inside
where nothing
can touch
and nothing
can hide
a place
without worry
without dread
unaware
of what
might be
or not
a melting
of love
mixed with
peace

Tag, You’re It!

| Laura Lee Bonde

One of the things we look forward to as a family at Christmas time is buying our tree because more goes into it than just money.

When we get our Christmas tree, we spend an hour at the lot, so the kids can play tag throughout the trees. They do it every year. The funny part is, this year, we had to go twice! Continue reading →

An Empty Booth

| Laura Lee Bonde

The other night, I had a booth at the Rock. As much as I just wanted to “be” there for others, I was still short on rent and needed to sell some flags.

Right off the bat, a young woman stopped by the booth, entranced by the beauty of the flags. As I told her about them and about my testimony, she filled with joy!

She said, “No way! I’ve never heard anyone be so open like that. I used to be trafficked. No one’s ever said that! I’m just blown away right now! That just made my day! Thank you!” And I believe THAT is why I was supposed to be there, but still, I had hours left and flags to sell, so I was ready for the night (or so I thought). Continue reading →

“One in Millions”

| Laura Lee Bonde

the inner course
of sex
has its way
of taking a chance
with conception

it doesn’t wait to see
if the couple is in love
it doesn’t wait to see
if they’re married
it doesn’t wait to see
what their dreams are

no
this chance takes
a risk
without asking
maybe leaving one
with a choice

to keep it
or not

there’s an easy way out
thinking of self
and no one else
but it’s the harder way

a decision to bring forth life
or cause death
a chance to promote destiny
or distinguish it

a wait in the mind
a weight in the heart
who will win

“Tug of War”

| Laura Lee Bonde

Something’s happened
That triggered a memory
One of life and death

I remember my first abortion
The decision
The reaction
Being supported yet not

I remember the “assumed” father
Being too cheap
For me to go under
Leaving me there alone

Being awake
Hearing the vacuum
Feeling the pain
Being a number minus one

I remember being let go
Sitting on the curb
Waiting for a ride
Alone

Why was I in darkness
WHERE WERE YOU GOD!
Where was I

What made me remember
Oh yeah
There’s more to come

“Drowning”

| Laura Lee Bonde

I’m in this place
with no windows
tears filling the room
like rain

having friends
yet no one to talk to
having vision
yet not all the rent

how could I ask anyone
to understand
when I myself
don’t understand

every tear
leading to a thought
every thought
leading to a tear

feeling like a failure
again
feeling unattractive
again

feeling

again

without
a friend
to listen

finding myself
alone

with the only One
Who cares
the only One
Who listens
the only One
Who never judges

another day
where hiding seems to be
the only option