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.
I once thought the boogie man was a figment of Mama's imagination. I was scared of every sound at night, huddled in my bed sheets until Morning came with the light that saved me and made me feel safe. But, one day I found out that the boogie man was all too real. Mama had... Continue Reading →
My mother told me that she was glad that I was not born in an earlier century, for I would have been publicly whipped for asking so many questions on gender equality. I wanted to know why the women cooked, but they were the last to eat. I questioned why I had to fix my... Continue Reading →
Photo by Johnathan Basquet at Unsplash.com Hurt badly, she drove. "Lord, I need a safe place. Please, give me a sign!" She nearly missed it. "This is It" flickered on as she came up to the exit! It led her to a hidden women's shelter. She entered and the sign went dark, awaiting the next... Continue Reading →
Survived violence, Life with hurricane-strength winds. Found a safe harbor. Posted for Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille, February 20, 2019: Hurricane.
