Monthly Archives: January 2011

My Lover Is Mine, And I Am His My heart is filled with light, the radiance of You Lord has consumed me. I am in love. You are so beautiful, How do I describe Your splendor? My heart aches for … Continue reading →

US our souls fought this world to find each other, we settled, sacrificed, gave up and hurt others–looking. dreams faded, slowly swept away. lives settled to a place–alone. found our peace, but still gaping was the hole. day break! instant … Continue reading →

Hand Shake Sweaty. Lingering. Cold and wet. Warm and slothly. Is this over yet? Dry. Cracking. Strong, intense. Why must we do this? Germs. Dirt. Ache in my bones. Can’t focus now, Am I alone?

Tears Slowly, one drop rolling from my eyes. Feeling the pain from deep inside, Sitting, longing for a home, acceptance is not what I have known. Watch the people pass me by, they never knew me, didn’t even try. Lifting … Continue reading →

Fitting In Hand over mouth. Eyes closed tight. Deafening my ears. Blinding my sight. Cannot speak-Think me insane. Cannot see-Too much pain. Cannot hear-Least I fall. Cannot stop-The masses call. Aching stomach-Just fit in. Head spinning-Withstand I sin. Bitter taste-They … Continue reading →

A True Gift A joyful day I must express, The words professed from my sons own lips. My heart skipped a beat and to my surprise, My son who often doesn’t speak looked in my eyes; Then he professed the … Continue reading →

It Can Get Better Calling his name over and over again, Looking at me blankly… My God is he there? Talking and talking still no response. Crying and praying make this all stop! Does he know me? Will he be … Continue reading →

Identity Lost, Identity Found Who are you? What are you doing here? I look at you in the mirror but I don’t recognize you. Where is me? Lost in the midst of group mentality? Found in a hedge of defiance. … Continue reading →

Possibilities Destined for creativity. A purposeful plan. No other human but me can withstand. All meant for me a great deal to do. Love and adventure set before me, It’s true! I have a passion A desire A dream You … Continue reading →

Wandering Butterfly Riding on the wind, so free and real. Can’t break my soul, I’m ever so still. Constant chatter of nonsense–No depth You call this freedom, I call it death. Bondage is broken, lives are changed. Power of oneness; … Continue reading →