Life doesn't get any more predictable as we age. If anything, you never know what new ache or pain will develop. And although the last 11 days have been difficult ones, I am thankful to enjoy another Christmas season, a season of hope in the midst of the uncertainty and incivility of this world. Today,... Continue Reading →
Hope came from above. He's the bright and morning star. Be not discouraged! Written for RonovanWries Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge for December 23, 2019: star and hope.
What does living “the good life” mean to you? Do you think that you’re living “the good life”? What a great question for this time of the year! This is one of those "eye-of- the-beholder" kind of phenomena. Everyone will have a different definition according to what has occurred in their past, what is happening... Continue Reading →
I'm not the me whom I thought I would be, I didn't think that I'd reach my current age. Dreams that seemed impossible came true, In spite of the many personal battles I waged. Doctors said I would never be a mother, But I learned God alone plans our lives. At 21, I adopted four... Continue Reading →
Days apart from myself, moving by sheer will, Locked away from family, want to go home. Anxiety constant, no help from the pills. Fear I will remain in this strange world alone. How did I get here, this dark place of despair? Will I find peace and completeness anywhere? Breakthrough occurred when I finally let... Continue Reading →
Dark skin, Beautiful one, God made. Not white, Still of value, God loved. I’m scared, In my country, God kept. Written for the OctPoWriMo 2019 Challenge, Day 25. Prompt for today is White, and the form of poem a musette.
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 →
According to the words in the Bible, The womb is where our life callings originate, Before we were formed in our mother’s wombs, God had set us apart and determined our fate. The passion for teaching consumed me early, As young as age eleven or, maybe, I was twelve. I would gather my cousins on... Continue Reading →
My feet were held to the fire, By someone I thought I could trust. When I could no longer bear the pain, I knew my life I needed to adjust. So, I called out to my Creator, Lord, this is not the love I sought. He answered and saved my life, For by His blood... Continue Reading →