Category: Poetry
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ANGER
The darkness of anger It’s what I feared Feared that if it spoke Would rage Would resent Would never stop Photo by Lucy Chian on Unsplash The silenced ones They disappear Into the dark Familiar, horrible comfort Of hiding Photo by Tim Mossholder on Unsplash Righteous indignation For the dishonor Of hearts Of love Without respect Such deep dishonor Photo by Maxim Tajer on … Read More ANGER
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UNCHAINED TONGUES
Unchained Tongues, is poetry with a purpose. There are stories of the bruised that cry out to be known. Voices that have long been silent. Lives untold, squelched by shame. Now, shame gives way to dignity in suffering and pain, hope in captivity and celebration of resilience! To honor the sacred, validate the truth and to release the cry of the wounded heart so … Read More UNCHAINED TONGUES
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NEW YEAR/ POETIC ENDEAVORS
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! I want to start off by saying thank you for following my blog! I am humbled by the fact that I could have anything to say that anyone would want to hear. It’s an extreme honor to be given the gift of words and communication and I pray I honor God and you in all that I do. I want to … Read More NEW YEAR/ POETIC ENDEAVORS
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WALLS
If those walls could talk They wouldn’t sing but weep Of days gone by Of a secret kept A girl who mourns While a mother slept Wept herself Of the terrors deep Within the closet of her own skeletons Childhood hunger Never fed Her sunken hope In a sea of pain If those walls could talk Rage runs deep in them Despair Hope deferred … Read More WALLS
MY LOVE (A Captive’s Song)
In the night watch My love is scaling the wall To come and find me To come and hold me close In the Darkness His love is shining the light To my freedom To the end of night And my eyes are looking for him And my heart is beating wild for him And my life is nothing without him Oh my love, oh … Read More MY LOVE (A Captive’s Song)
HANDS (A Tribute to My Mother)
Day by day She served and mourned Such pretty hands Such sorrowful form Eyes deep with hope lost Such hope lost for herself But saved for her babies Oh when she looked at them Hope alive With promise Told them of a confidence She did not yet process But one day would Fierce and strong Would not relent A woman’s heart A well of … Read More HANDS (A Tribute to My Mother)
Let Love……
Your love. Deeper than the darkest ocean. Touching my depths. Healing the wound that came when hearts turn away from you. Healing the hurt I never knew owned so much of my soul. It has to be deep, love, to go down so far. To go down into the lost places. lost hope. lost love. lost sight. lost heart. How deep love has to be to … Read More Let Love……
