Sitting near holding my tears
Telling myself there’s not a thing I should fear
Wishing I could kick my own ass into gear
“Just move” I whisper to myself
Spiraling up and down and all around
Take a breath *sigh.. oh, that helped
Breath in breath out
What was I doing again
Tears hot and heavy still in the corners of my eyes
What just happened
How fast the sadness and confusion comes and goes
A piece here
A piece there
My heart is aching
My spirit misplaced
Work has yet to be started
Tired and exhausted
Trying to keep steady with the pace
Cold sweat my thoughts do cause
When did I pause
To be able and willing
Forgetting …….. what was I doing again
Wipe the tears
Sit up straight
Just get through the day
Too many words
Placing themselves within
For when to begin
A gnawing constant
That screams and shouts
Please Lord God ….
Keep my heart.
Maybe I might just fall apart.
A promise to provide
That never would you leave my side
All the love and care
Now feels empty
Stale air invaded my space
God, please save me now.
Thursday … worst day ever or so it seems to play out as. It’s a day where no matter how hard I try to wake the children they just grumble instead. It’s the type of day that seems to steal all my left shoes, coffee creamer was placed in the fridge only to be empty, there are bagels but dagnabit where’s the smear 🤦🏽♀️.
It’s the little things that tend to build up all week and then ….😩”F*ck, it’s Thursday”. Lol
The one thing I can say for sure is: “Aint nothing or no one gonna steal my joy”! So to you Thursday , have a glorious day, but next week could you please be a tad kinder and maybe try a little gentleness with your approach.
Thank you ever so much ,
Started at the top
Thrown to the bottom
Rose up through the middle
Healing the sorrowful memories from yesteryears
A little child forever inside
With the laughter of a world free and clear of the burdens
For she has seen visions of air
Grace and Faith go hand-in-hand
For her well is never dry
Tears fall from her eyes as if she needed to taste the salt of the sea to be alive
In peaceful silent she sits
Waiting for the ground to shake
Waking those looking for light
Truth she speaks with a flare of amusement…
Music she sees
In movements of words
She is art and all its delights
Won’t you wake for her tonight
A smile she gives
A little giggle
A shy grin
When you meet her lift her up
Give her all she desires
For her soul is also with yours.
Just awake from a short nap. The dream I awoke from should have been seriously scary during yet I made it through.
I was shot in the neck. We were at a big extended family party of sorts. As I was walking by the garage a hooded man raised a gun. Next I was reaching for my neck As i could feel the warmth of the blood. My neck felt hard as it pulsed. The blood like thick hot goo as it gushed down my arm. I remember think “aww shit, well this sucks”.
Remi (one of my children) ended up dancing by, he saw me and instantly ran for help. Things turned cartoony as it showed “what happens when a child goes for help”…. it showed him dancing around a playground, jumping over obstacles, kinda of silly. As it was a dream.
I was unable to yell or talk above a whisper.
I tried texting others for help but the auto correct kept changing my words to emojis. (Poop and cow) 🤦♀️
Then my mom came out and she had her brave face on, yet doubtful. I was the one who tried to reassure her I wasn’t going to die, typical me. She cried as she prayed over me. I kept thinking, hello I’m fine I could just use some blood and all will be okay it’s just a little hole in my neck.
My vision was going in and out as if lights were being flickered. My chest started getting tight as my breaths were getting shorter. I knew I needed to stay awake as I kept my finger in my neck. Where was the ambulance and why does shit like this all ways happen to me, I just wanted a cold drink from the plethora of coolers. 😊
I awoke as if I pulled myself from under the concrete. That feel of being hit by a bus , nah…. smooshed would be the more accurate feeling. I would say this was a nightmare but I wasn’t scared, wasn’t worried, just more frustrated from all the little quirks happening not allowing for help to come. Freaky… umm yeah just a bit. Strange Monday this be.
Be safe !!!
Ever have one of those days where change is a mandatory action that is so badly needed?..
Yeah, had one of those and this was the result. The only change that seemed doable was the release of the yolks for breakfast, but then my eggs seemed to take form into a visual reminder of my mood. 😏 anywho… this too shall pass.