March 29, 2020
the tears are falling heavy today
draining what energy I had
I’m sad to loose my boob
and to have an imposter replace it
I know it’s for my health
maybe these tears are too
I feel swollen Continue reading
“Hard Goodbyes”
writers
When People Die
For some reason, ever since mom passed away, I really wanted flowers, so today, I finally went and bought some.
I guess you’d imagine that I’d get her favorite flower, but I have no idea what that was, so I bought my favorite color (yellow) and my favorite smell (carnations) and combined the two.
As I stood in line to pay, Continue reading
“The Stage”
thank You for saving me
from the stage of my past
redeemed
restored
into someone new
loved head to toe
when I look back
I can’t even recognize
the “me” I used to be
I’ve been reborn
in life
in character
in nature
the me I see now
is enveloped in You
and who I’m meant to be
is still being fashioned
through trials
through fire
through Love
shining through it all
I trust You
I lean on You
I fall back into You
leaving imprints of love
with those I’m blessed to meet
“Tiny Traveler”
sometimes I wish you could be inside me
inside my thoughts of all that He’s done
inside my tears as they well up
thankful
grateful
it’s more than going to church or reading His word
it’s understanding
it’s becoming
it’s living out loud where no voice is needed
it’s listening without judging
it’s loving without wanting
it’s speaking without yelling
if you could be inside me in moments like these
maybe you’d understand the way that I am
and who I want to be
“Not By Sight”
I haven’t done this in awhile
eyes closed
heart open
writing a poem
without distraction
as my fingers dance among the keys
I focus to see who I am
I am HIS
a child of God
blooming in every season
just like
when the rain pours down on the flowers
they may look sad
and gloomy
drooping beneath the weight
of every drop
but as the sun comes out
the flowers stand
and dance in the wind
that’s how I feel
even if the weather takes it ts toll
I remain
even if my appearance changes
my heart stays the same
perfect in HIM
my Creator
my Lover
my Everlasting Hope
my Smile
my Life
who am I?
I am HIS
not an alcoholic
not a prostitute
not a drug addict
not a mother
not a wife
I am HIS
a child of God
a daughter of the King
a vessel of His Spirit
I am HIS
“Pondering”
in the silence
she writes
to become what she is
no mirrors
no windows
just reflection
there’s the past she’s forgotten
and a past that she makes
only one worth remembering
every word
every tear
every breath
released in a song
moved by a poem
expressed with a word
in the stillness
she thinks
where she was and is
sometimes the memories
whether bad or good
help navigate the way
so she thinks
so she writes
and she sings what will be
“Gambling”
I bet some marriages
are happy
I bet husbands and wives
have conversations
I bet they hug and kiss
and mean it
I bet there’s laughter
and endless smiles
I bet some pray together
walk together
spend quality time
together
of course
I wouldn’t put my money on it
“Change Changes”
people think
you can’t change the past
but you can
by changing your self
you make the past
look different
but by staying the same
you become stagnant
and so does your past
On the Edge
You ever have those moments when all you want to do is write, yet nothing comes out? (sigh) I do. Lately, I have those moments A LOT, and for some reason, it hurts my heart. How can you tell? …the tears running down my face. 
So, today, my writing may be out-of-sorts (if it comes “out” at all).
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