The time is nigh

The time is nigh for certain events
Events that will challenge
Challenge life as we know it
It will be great and fun
Fun to try
Try to succeed
Succeed in the next endeavor of life
Life is precious
Precious in His sight.

Poems about Leaf

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satan slams
images, thoughts
babies
happiness
money.


Leaf Willow

You are part of me.
Your face I'll never stroke
Your body- never hold
Your love I'll never feel
Your heart- never hear.


Unfair

Why me?
Why now?
Will I?
Learn? Have another? Be a good mother?
Trying to be patient
Trying to be content
Trying to know You better.
satan mocks me with life events and double talk.
Seeing others' joy helps my heart bitter, little by little.
Feeling desperate for God's love and guidance. Am I being carried?
I only see one set of foot prints.
I'm nicer when people are watching- inside I'm screaming and self pitying.
The scab keeps ripping off.
Hurry up April 2.
Maybe I won't fail this time.

*It needs to be said that, in regards to the last poem, Stephanie is torn between feelings of extreme happiness for her pregnant friends and extreme sadness for her own loss. The bitterness she mentions in the poem is bitterness planted by her own self pitying thoughts about losing her baby and in no way, shape, or form contradicts her happiness for her friends*

He wrote...

He wrote and wrote and tried and tried and connected and connected and pleaded and pleaded and played and played and loved and loved and forgave and forgave and cried on the inside and cried on the inside and tried again and tried again and helped and helped and helped and helped and pleaded again and pleaded again and forgave again and forgave again and was loved and was loved and was happy and was happy and needed attention and needed attention and was rejected, then loved again.

Should I stay or should I go?

He clasped his hand into hers. Breathing hard he choked on his words, "What are you doing here? I thought you had a five-thirty flight to Phoenix?!" Slyly, delicately she slipped her hand out of his and said, "You've been sabotaged, killer. Get on outta here and let me take care of this." This is awkward, he thought. She was not supposed to be here...what was going on?! As far as he knew, she had no idea what he even did for a living. Smiling crookedly she continued, "I've been onto you for months! I was first sent into your life to take care of you but I fell in love and now here I am, sacrificing myself, now do as I say and get out of here! Phil is less likely to kill his most prized assassin! Get out now and know that I love you!" He was dumb-founded. He loved her so much; he walked away and knew she loved him.

Sleeplessness

Sleeplessness knocked on her brains door. She said go away but it did not listen. It crept through the creaks of her door. It influenced the wheels in her brain, tempting the corpus callosum to communicate one side of the brain with another. When those sparks flew, there was no stopping the flow of thought, wakefulness, and snot. Yes, snot. The evil snot is what coaxed her ever so gently into waking at 2am. She laid there, hoping, praying that it either be 4:45am or she could fall asleep again. Alas, the snot had other intentions. It tickled her nose and ran down as fast as it could. Luckily, she has toilet paper next to her bed for this very instance. Just when she thought her fight was over, her bladder came into the mix! Oh no, she thought! Now she would HAVE to get up from the comforts and warmth of her bed! She was cursing the snot in her mind as she rose from bed. Now it's 3:28 in her world and she is still not tired. Maybe she can trick her brain and force it to shut down. Maybe. Maybe. Maybejddxkvxd

Forgiveness...

She felt like a train wreck. The guilt was over-whelming her. She said she was sorry but it didn’t seem good enough. She said it again, nothing. Ice covered his voice as he spoke to her, making her feel it all over again, a vicious cycle of guilt and sorrow and apologies. She was being sincere in her apologies but forgiveness takes time. This is something she needs to remember. Forgiveness has power. It has the power to relieve, when and if you forgive yourself and others, and the power to destroy, when you stew in your anger and guilt. Forgiveness is something she needed now…forgiveness from him but mostly forgiveness from herself, which she is not willing to give up easily. Why did she allow her mouth to cause so much trouble? Why does she speak when she should be quiet? These questions perplex her mind as she ponders them. She now has time to think of these ghastly questions while he is safely in dreamland. Being alone with her mind is dangerous. It gives her freedom to think of all she doesn’t want to; why she is in this mess in the first place. He betrayed her first. This is not judge reason to act the way she did but it helps numb the pain of her own affliction. Had he not betrayed her first, none of this would be a problem. She felt like she needed someone to talk to, maybe someone who has been through this. Someone who could offer words she needs to hear. Not apologies, which coincidently is what she is dishing out now, but uplifting words, Godly words, something that would make her insides stay inside. She felt then as she does now but this time, she couldn’t believe, feels worse. She feels like someone just struck a blow to her stomach and something ominous is going to happen if she doesn’t just hear those three words she is longing to hear: I forgive you. She was quick to forgive, and continues to forgive daily. She wonders why it isn’t as easy to forgive her. What’s wrong with her? 358 words haven’t convinced her that she is even worthy enough to lie beside him in bed. She might as well stay up all night; sleep on the couch, or better yet- the floor for what she’s done! Pathetic is the right word choice for this now. Now she is just being pathetic. His words were beautiful, “I still love you, nothing you do will ever shake that truth”. Spoken like a true poet…which is what he is. He is a poet who writes so vividly and true. His poems are real and straightforward. They’re sometimes dark but always beautiful. If only she had as much talent. She feels…she feels too much. This has been her ranting of feelings. Feelings are subjective, not truth. She needs to find the truth in her being. She is a child of God: truth. She is loved by God and others: truth. She is beautiful: truth. She is worthy of forgiveness says Jesus: truth. She is worthy of forgiving herself says Jesus and her Holy Father: truth. She is forgiven. Amen.

What the blog is this about?

This is about words.
Words and feelings
and stories and thoughts
and whatnot, etc.
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