One day at a time
Calmly nurturing
Understanding, patiently
Lovingly, caressingly
Under an umbrella
Saved by God’s grace
Optimum performance
Means remembering
No more forgetting,
I matter too.
One day at a time
Calmly nurturing
Understanding, patiently
Lovingly, caressingly
Under an umbrella
Saved by God’s grace
Optimum performance
Means remembering
No more forgetting,
I matter too.
Trembling
in anticipation
of the words
Weaving
lyrically
through the air
Filling
the space
between us
gently landing
like butterfly
kisses.
Touching
the unexplored
depths
Savouring
this mystical
moment.
Velvet raindrops
Dripping
Bringing
me to the edge
of sanity
Becoming
entranced,
dancing now
Searching
deeper
and deeper.
Probing
my desire
for more
Strumming
harmonic
rhythms.
Erupting
in thanks
and praise
Blessing
this moment
and all it holds
Singing
another song
and another
Playing
on and on
and on
You’d never have dared
If I hadn’t been on my knees
If I wasn’t already broken
You wouldn’t have the guts
To look me in the eye
As you played with your fly
You wouldn’t dare approach
a woman like me normally
but when my carcass
was weak, you swooped
in like a vulture, dragging
me to the depths of hell.
Where you reside
and then in shame
I hid too.
Using your perceived
position of power,
to prey, to pounce, to violate
my shattered mind
With your lurid intentions
Framed as banter, patter,
Words, just words
but words, that ripped
more flesh from my bones
traumatising my soul
While I was experiencing
grief for the loss
of the woman I was
for this stranger
I didn’t know yet
She was my best friend
The only one who knew
everything, all the shadows
All the light, all the joy,
All the pain, all the love,
All the stories written
along the alphabetic
rollercoaster of my life.
I was still enduring,
battling through,
Learning my strength,
Rebuilding myself
Writing a new chapter
In the book of my life
Getting to know who this
New me was going to be
To adjust my mind
My heart, my soul,
My body burned
with unseen flames
My head exploding
with unheard screams
My heart still cradling.
shattered dreams
You were given a butterfly
To hold, to be gentle with
And your role demanded
You take care of it,
And instead, you crushed
A butterfly’s wings
So fragile, so delicate,
so light and in it’s place
rose a dragon,
forged in fire
yet unconsumed
by its power
She rose from the dust,
Flying, stronger, wiser
than ever before
So if you think
for one minute more
I will carry your shame
You are wrong
I am crying my last tear
As I write this
Testament of truth
to the woman I am
and the scars I carry
A woman strong enough
to endure, to grow, to learn
who loves so deeply
that loss and pain
brings her to her knees
and with every fall, she rises
Over and over again
To love some more
and cry too
but never again
over you.
.#WritingforFreedom#emotionalhealthmatters#writeyourownstory#LetitGo#Thisisme#iambrave#MeToo#Shame#Notminetocarry
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In the Constantine cathedral
Drowning in a flood of tears
Scars still weeping,
Demons still creeping
And yet….there is light
More light than ever before
The way was clear
Choose faith, not fear
The pain was excruciating,
Writhing in agony on the floor
Lifting her head from the ground,
She reached for the heavens
It’s your way now, she whispers
I’ve nothing left to give.
Please she begs…
Can you forgive?
An unworthy sinner,
A proud woman…
a broken girl.
Save me, she pleads
Set free the dreams inside of me
Release me from my bondage
The light expanded
And the atmosphere changed
Electrified and vibrating
With a higher power now
It was done.
The past gone,
The future scribed
In the Constantine Cathedral.
The devil came to town today,
Riding in a black limousine
Appeared right in front of me
Like a scene from out a dream
He appeared at the Piazza
The one at Paisley Cross
I tooted to say hello
but I was at a loss
Was this really happening
or had I lost my mind?
I knew I’d just claimed,
my inheritance divine.
Was he there to deliver
or try to buy my soul?
Was he going to make me an offer
of some fool’s gold.
The lights turned red
And the devil did obey
As I sat there behind him
wondering what I’d say
He turned to the left,
up Causeyside Street
I wondered, was it really me,
he had come to meet.
Pondering all the places
where did I think he’d go?
Just at the wishing well
I would finally know
Right outside The Welly
He pulled up the car
Would he make me an offer
To become a star?
Just like in the movies,
or written in a book.
If you don’t know the stories,
You’ll find them if you look.
I’d looked for him before
When desolation struck
But even with the devil
I was outta luck!
Walking up to meet him
Smiling like the sun
Did other people laugh,
or was I the only one?
I laughed so much
I couldn’t help greeting
Nobody would believe me
If I told them of us meeting
So out in the light
a kind stranger I did ask
“Would you my friend,
perform this small task?”
He took a wee picture
of me with a beamer
Is this the real life,
or am I just a dreamer?
Providence has cast favour
Keep going, never waiver.
Sail with me, take my hand.
It’s time to play in wonderland.
We talked and talked for hours,
When Thoth turned up for tea.
I couldn’t believe he’d come,
That he had chosen me.
“As above, so below.”
Oh my dear, I have to go.
Call me any time, night or day.
I am only ever a thought away.
Worlds within worlds, never forget,
Live your life without regrets.
Ra’s returning, the sun will shine.
Don’t worry lass, there’s still time.
Don’t leave your destiny unfulfilled,
You have the power, you have the will,
Follow your heart, start again.
New beginnings are at the end.
“Holy Hexagrams!” ~ he exclaimed.
As he embraced me once again
Providence has cast favour
Keep going, never waiver.
Sail with me, take my hand.
It’s time to play in Wonderland.
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