Inspiration, poetry

I receive the blessing!

blessed

It’s a new day!

If the sun is shining or it’s pouring raining

It’s a new day!

I woke up in my right mind and feeling just fine

Clothes on my back and food on my table

I believe in God and I know He’s able

Don’t have everything I want and sometimes lack material needs

But I’m blessed to have the free things indeed

Love, joy, peace and forgiveness

Family and friends who love me

A purpose driven life

I think I’m doing alright

On my good days and on my bad

Rather I’m sad or glad

I keep my head up and think on these things

That I have blessings all around me to receive

blessings

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Empowerment, poetry, self growth

Be

“The hardest battle you are ever going to have to fight is the battle to be just you.” Leo Buscaglia

I use to care what other people thought of me

Cared about opinions cared about popularity

Cared about being liked cared about looking right

So much caring began to engulf me

Started suffocating out the freedom to be

Became bound by chains of self doubt

Fear of the stares if I stepped out

Slowly and slowly I reached my tipping point

Little by little I started to grow

The seed that was planted rooted deep within

Spoke to my spirit and said this has to end

You were designed for a purpose and this isn’t it

Designed to be authentic and boldly live it

Designed to empower and encourage others to do the same

Now days my caring has changed

Released from the burden of what others think

Experiencing the freedom of just being me

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poetry

The Pen

The pen
                                                              At first glance she seems quiet and reserved
The one in the room far left silently observing
She’s never been called the center of the party
But there’s a fire that burns deep inside
An insightful person who often sees the unseen
Able to recognize the real from the fake
She carries a passion for social justice and equality
A strong advocate for change
Believes in empowerment and one living out their truth
A girl on fire but you never knew
She doesn’t yell or cause a ruckus
Doesn’t manipulate or scheme
Her ball of fire is the pen
She chooses her words wisely to get her point across
Wants to leave the reader thinking strongly about the thought
The thoughts of love
The thoughts of living non-judgmentally
Thoughts of holistic wellness
Thoughts of peace
In the writing her voice cries out
In her writing she’s loud and clear
There’s no shyness here
With the pen she carries her message
With the pen she is strong
No fear to write her truth
Everyone has a weapon of choice
Some choose guns or hateful words
While others use money and power
I choose weapons that build and restore
Weapons of love and unity
I choose weapons that put an end to hate & fear
Her lethal weapon that carries weight
The one she uses the most
Her precious weapon of choice
Is the power within the pen
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Encouragement, life, poetry

The Waiting Game

waiting game

This is not one of my favorite things to do

Time stands still and nothing seems clear

I’m left to battle with my fears

How will this thing turn out?

How will it end?

I’m holding on tightly trying not to bend

My mind is wandering

Thoughts about uncertainty

I try to grip harder to my faith

Because Lords knows I hate to wait

Anxiously waiting to hear the news

Will I be excited or filled with gloom

I wonder which direction my life will take

Sometimes waiting is all that’s left

Got to keep on moving even with things unmet

Press forward and stay encourage I tell myself

Keep on living and don’t give up

I occupy my time in service to others

Occupy my time counting my blessings

I occupy my time praising in advance

Who says during the waiting your life has to halt

Time goes by and I’m still in the wait

But each day new wisdom and knowledge I take

I grow in patience and trust too

Each day I lean on my Higher Power for strength to get through

Lord knows I had to wait

But Lord knows what it takes

To build and mold me into my all

So in the spectrum of things the more I think the wait isn’t that bad after all

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Encouragement, life, poetry

Captive

captive

This poem was inspired by recent unexpected health issues that have cause me to slow down tremendously.  During this time I have learned patience and peace of living with the unknown.  As I read over my poem I began to think how the message can apply to life in general.  We all have burdens that make us feel captive.   We live in such treacherous times nothing on this earth is guaranteed.  My hope and sanity is within a Higher Power.  My living hope is in spreading, fighting and standing up for His love that’s what keeps me going.

Captive

I feel trapped inside this cage

My body is in rage

Held hostage to this pain

I’m going insane

Trying to keep my spirits up

Reminding myself don’t give up

For these prison walls are caving in

I refuse to let this be the end

I’m suffocating I want out

Lord do you hear me crying out

Save me from this get me out

I’m on my knees

Hear my prayer please

You’ve never failed me yet

I won’t let my mind forget

Your promises are real

And your presence is near

My thoughts are changing

And my feelings too

I say to myself don’t let this illness get the best of you

Although my circumstances are still the same

My freedom begins before things change

Freedom of my mind

The perspective I choose

Physically I’m still not able to be active

But mentally I’m no longer captive

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life, poetry

The Life Cycle 

baby_hand

I’m budding and so alive

On my last birthday I turned 5

My mamma says your growing so fast

Being mamma’s baby has already past

Middle school years now those bring tears

Trying to figure out me and set myself free

Before I realized high school came

And ever since nothing’s been the same

I feel freedom and liberty

Flying high being me

It’s senior year graduation is near

Can’t wait for college it’s my freshman year

I’m living my dreams with no fears

So much to look forward to

So much I want to do

Welcome world here I come

Just got my first job

Now married with kids

Can’t believe how fast time fly’s

My granddaughter just turned 5

She says nana why you so slow

I tell her baby it’s to keep my glow

No more need for rushing to and fro

I already know what’s at the end of this show

I appreciate sunrises and sunsets

Never take for granted these moments

Now well in my advance years

Here’s the wisdom that I’ve learned

There’s a time and season for everything

This is what the life cycle means to me

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