Each time I prayed, I promised to forgive those who trespassed against me, But I stayed imprisoned by my anger, and I couldn't free him or myself. The things he did were meant to break me, and even as I tried to mend, I found that I couldn't forgive or forget, regardless of pastors who... Continue Reading →
I had an addiction to being loved. Romance was to me like eating honey. The sweet pleasure of someone's kisses Was more important than their money. Then with a swagger I'd never seen, You blew into my life during a lull. I had no clue my life would unravel, And I never took the time... Continue Reading →
Photo by David Altmejd I felt the heaviness of a sorrow too deep to name, As I tried to understand the violence, but it was in vain. Because love is never supposed to hurt or cause us pain, I kept the bruises hidden, too embarrassed to proclaim To anyone that I needed help, couldn't get... Continue Reading →
He wasn't, by any means, a young flame, So, he didn't have time for mind games. Times past, I was always the blame, But accusations from him never came. With compassion, his love he framed In ways that dispelled of hurtful claims. Blessedly, our faith and hope are the same, So, we have love without... Continue Reading →
Her enemy said he loved her. Written for the Saturday Six-Word Story Prompt from My Random Ramblings: enemy.
October is National Domestic Violence Awareness Month! How I wish we didn't need this special time of remembrance and revelation, but we must continue to remind people of the devastation that domestic violence brings into the lives of its victims, a form of Hell that destroys and kills. I wrote this poem in honor of... Continue Reading →
I stood at the water's edge, looking at my reflection. I marveled at that face, for I felt no connection To the woman who looked so very strong to me. I didn't recognize her as someone I knew personally. And I wondered if sometimes in our daily life If the stressors, sufferings, and the pain... Continue Reading →
At one of the churches I once attended, I was asked to be a mentor for young women who were part of the Women's Ministry. It required being a spiritual compass of sorts for new Christian women, helping them understand the Scriptures and how to live a life acceptable to God. I turned it down,... Continue Reading →
Image by Yozakura (1640-1716) Smiles that melt butter Turn heads desperate for love-- Future pain hidden. Written for this week's challenge from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeiulle for April 24, 2019: something different. We were given a haiku as inspiration that examined when something looks good but can be deadly or cause pain.