Vulnerability On Display

This gift of written expression,
carefully fueled by
the pain, the hurt, and the struggles
of the past and the present.
As well as, the laughter and the joys
I often forget to include.

I may have a hard time
verbally getting my words out
but I can certainly write
without stumbling or mumbling.
Vulnerability on display.

My past battles has prepared me
for my present victory.

Smell The Flowers

We are alive and well
yet we don’t actually live.
We’re just merely existing
with our pre-planned routines
and that’s what we call living.

We walk right past
the flowers most days
without actually realizing
what life is all about.
It’s not just the flowers
that we need to pick up, smell, and appreciate.

Silencing The Other Voice

My mind is plagued
by the bold, outspoken, courageous me,
that’s all I can see.

I want so bad to overcome
that something in me
begins to fight with the sword
and I know without a doubt
it’s just a matter of time and discipline
that will determine my outcome

but then something else (another voice) in me
will try to convince me
that nothing I do
will ever make a difference
in how things have worked out,

despite my best efforts,
the burning desire
will end up fading
into the background
and I’ll have to build up
the momentum again to fight.

Carriers

It was their job to get me to the next stop.
And for that selfless act, I am very grateful.

What I realize now is everything else
after that move was up to me.

The hurt,
the pain,
the brokenness
I endured was all
a part of the package deal.
It was only meant to last for a season.
What I didn’t realize at the time
was that God wouldn’t have allowed any of the madness
if He didn’t know I could handle
the stress,
the trauma,
and the sadness.

I used to live like I deserved
the kitchen sink being thrown at me
and I’d use the hurt to feed the pain
like a migraine craving sugar,
carelessly thinking I was doing myself a favor
by burying my purpose in the ground
when I couldn’t even see the bigger picture.

After Death

Memories on replay.
Frozen faces.
Unanswered questions.
Their lives gone.
Your life in perspective.

An endless flow of tears.
You won’t forget their smiles.
They won’t be forgotten.

You remember to just breathe
while you still have
the breath within you.
Life doesn’t seem so complicated now.

R. I. P. Aunt Paula