every day
I believe
every day
I worship
every day
I love
every day
I talk with Him
every day’s
like Christmas
Poetry
“Contentment”
certain days
are free from worry
which every day
should be
it’s easy not to worry
when you have
but not to worry
when you’re without…
thankful
for what I have
thankful
for what I don’t have
“”What No One Sees”
worry attacks
passion
struggle attacks
dreams
the road that ends
seems tempting
but when you’re soaring
roads don’t matter
what matters
is your wingspan
not your footprints
“Choices”
a silent voice
unspoken in the womb
growing without control
expecting to live
until
“Silences”
when words can’t be spoken
hearts will be heard
prayer won’t be stopped
from reaching heaven
because Heaven’s inside
“Half n Half”
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
“One in Millions”
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”
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”
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
