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.
Suddenly the sadness
submerges me
leaving me gasping
for breath
Drowning in
an ocean of tears
Trying with all I have
to stay afloat
but I’m so tired
of trying
and getting nowhere
Going round and
round in circles
getting nothing
but dizzy
and disorientated
Finally,
I crack…
My head explodes
The contents spewing
everywhere.
Holding my breath
I go under
No longer in control
Going deeper
Into the darkness
Of the abyss.
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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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?
You brought me death, and showed me life.
Instead of joy, you brought me strife.
You showed me love comes in many forms,
And can bring the worst of thunderstorms.
You left me so low,
I didn’t know where to go.
I love you so much yet it hurt so deep.
That instead of life, you chose sleep.
I know you laid a path for me,
Something at the time I couldn’t see.
It’s ten years now, and baby what a ride.
So many signs, you are still by my side.
Your brothers and sisters have filled me up,
With so much love from the eternal cup.
When the time is right, my little girl.
I will join you for a whirl.
Dance the dances we never shared,
Show you just how much I cared.
I love you with all my heart,
Even though at times we feel so far apart.
I am with you, and you with me.
What love binds together lasts eternally.
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