when
you trust
someone you
risk having
that trust
broken
poems
“For Them to See”
it’s sometimes hard
to read other’s pain
of losing a loved one
at Christmas time
I have moments
of maybe I shouldn’t have joy
like maybe I should
withhold my memories
but life isn’t comparison
of what I have and you don’t
or what you have and I don’t
life is about living and loving well
to be love for those around you
strengthening their being
to change the world
around them
for wherever they step
to remember the times
of laughter
of love
of moments
no one can take
what’s inside
no one can shape
what’s been formed
to love my kids every moment
and be love that they can see
makes a difference
that changes the world
“Presence”
He never stops
to wonder why
you don’t worry
“Merry Moments”
every day
I believe
every day
I worship
every day
I love
every day
I talk with Him
every day’s
like Christmas
“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
“Silences”
when words can’t be spoken
hearts will be heard
prayer won’t be stopped
from reaching heaven
because Heaven’s inside
“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
“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
“False Hope”
I hate it when
dreams seem real
and they’re good
then I wake to reality
and they’re gone
I can’t explain the tears
and won’t stop them
when will that dream come true?
never
a different version will be real
someday
but for now
that dream was a nightmare
