“Why do I see in a world gone blind? I always longed to find the answers, took chances. Asked for the veil to thin. Fault? Mine. Left questioning; my eyes, blessings or curses?”

Trust insinuates that the human race is unfailing, faultless, flawless, and perfect.

I can feel her resurrecting. The one he thought he had killed. Strength realised in her resting. It was worth all the blood spilled.

Evil exists in the shadows of our world and I’m realizing that without the darkness there would be no light. We need both to stay alive.

The child within; raised voice; fast heart; flinches. Flight response, with an attitude and broken hinges. The child within; tiptoes; eggshells. Heaven; hell. Still, she finds a quiet place, safe and tranquil; dwell.

Abstruse spite bleeds from their mouth. I hear the venom, It’s screaming so loud, And yet so benign Reaction, not roused Their “nasty”, so nice The beast lost its shroud.

Clutching a burning match, he said “look, and she’ll explode”. Ignored the gas he poured; his match caused my implode.

We shined a light through our flaws to our internalistic plea. Emphasized the healing that shall set our lost souls free. We were a brief reflection of what we should not be.

You, a God I worshipped Your word was music to my ears Rose-tinted glasses: verdict You confirmed all my worst fears.

The highest love. Highest power. I will let you in. Devour this anguish, I’m harboring, all to you, surrendering.

Endless consumption will not make you feel whole suffer, stained items are not good for the soul.

She’ll find peace in the solitude, in the depths of the well. The darkness alludes to how far she fell. And perhaps, the view is better from way down afar, It keeps the water still In her reservoir.

Move from reactionary; seek neutrality. It’s the only way to truly be free.

My mother used to say “Don’t put off until tomorrow what you can do today” I say What can you do today to make the world a better place?

I survived the darkness. Crawled. Clawed. Endured. Untangled lies from truth. This wisdom is my sword.

I am worthy and steely. I will conquer again. Truth as my armor; My sword is my pen. Tell me I can’t and I’ll show you I will surviving and thriving is my refined skill.

He always preferred the way my eyes looked after they had cried. I wish he knew how fine they looked once he had said goodbye.

Whenever you focus on the blessings in your life, you’re instantaneously on the blessing frequency, and blessings increase in your life IN THAT MOMENT! ‘I am truly blessed every day by every person, circumstance, and event, and I’m truly blessed to be sharing my life with all of you.’ How are you blessed?

Blessed are those who are persecuted because of righteousness, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth.

Be Blessed every one, stay positive.

I hide my distress, just like the blessed birds hide themselves when they are preparing to die. Wine! Wine, roses, music and your indifference to my sadness, my loved-one!

I am blessed to have so many great things in my life – family, friends and God. All will be in my thoughts daily.

When you are praising or blessing you are on the highest frequency of love.

God disguised as myriad things, and playing a game of tag has kissed you and said, “You’re it. I mean you’re really it. Now it does not matter what you believe or feel. For something wonderful, something major-league wonderful, is someday going to happen.”