Poetry On A Roll

Threatened by him.
Fearful.
Knife happy.

God will not waste my pain

Played favoritism.
Based on
hair texture.

God will not waste my pain

The scumb
beneath
their golden feet.

God will not waste my pain

Self-hatred.
Dying for love.
Age 12.

God will not waste my pain

Soaked pillows.
Gulps of air.
Midnight.

God will not waste my pain

Don’t just show up for your life.
Live it.
Love it.
Enjoy it to the max.
Get everything you can out of it.
Look out for yourself.
Love yourself enough to live.

Point something out
of the “normal”, sheeple way
of thinking and be
prepared to get shot
down before you’ve
spread your wings.

The truth,
or your version of it,
will be greatly ignored and
“laughed off” as c-r-a-z-y.
Quite the compliment… 

Prelude

I’ve put many episodes
of the past behind me.
Now, I am reminded of
mistakes, heartbreaks, and headaches.
The devil is really up to something today.

1

I am reminded of past relationships.
and how I felt back then.
I do hope these men are ok
and I wish them all the best
but I’ve moved on from the madness.
I plan to keep it that way.

2

Growing up, my family
used to drum it in my head
that it was a mistake living with them.
For many years, I carried
that grudge like a luggage
but I’ve since forgiven them.
I’ve moved on from the stress.

3

I am often reminded of the abortion
I had many years ago,
it is my biggest regret above all.
What was I thinking?
But I have since forgiven myself
and I refuse to hold myself
hostage another second.
I’ve moved on and learned my lesson.

Epilogue

I’ve broken those chains.
I am not a prisoner of my past.
I will not allow the deceiver
to get the upper hand.
My life is in
the hands of the living God.

I’m leaning on
God’s everlasting love
to get me through each day.

When fear rears its ugly face
and I am feeling weak,
His promises,
I am reminded of.

With prayer and supplication,
I feel my strength being renewed.
Another door of courage opens
and all I have to do is walk through it.

A foreign kind of feeling.
Reality does not feel real.
There’s an aha moment
that cannot be explained.

I don’t like when it’s done
but I do it too.
And it is not a good thing
It takes away from our many blessings.

Complaining sucks out
the joys of life,
or what’s left of it
once that degrading train starts.
It’s hard to stop it from moving.

 

Life uncertain.
Pushing aside doubts.
Rejecting defeat,
it’s not a part of the program.
Living in the prayer closet,
on bended knees, hands clasped.