Interesting Week

Early in the week, but it has certainly been an interesting one so far. Monday started off helping a young writer believe in herself again. Writing can be a lonely business, underappreciated, unless you are the fraction of a percent who make it big. Then went into a day of solving dozens of tech issues, and not selling anything. Then today I woke up to an Instagram message from someone considering suicide who needed someone to talk to. By the grace of God, I was able to help her and be used by God to minister to her. Which led into my taking up an ask for an editor when her book project is complete. Followed by my booking in some more book readings and writing workshops in schools. My October is slammed and November is starting to book up. And the week is only half over. God is good! Can I get an Amen?!!!

Windows: A Look To the Past

A freshly written poem, hot off the press. Difficult to write, but think I finally got it right. A glimpse into my past. Again nothing aimed at causing hard feelings or casting blame. I have dealt with the past, and this is just my brain's way of processing. 

Windows

Look in the window, what do I see?

I see a baby, crying out for some love

Mother there in body, but nothing more

Too depressed to notice the needs of a child

Look in the window, what do I see?

Father struggling, raising kids on his own

Marries again, hoping to find truer love

Mother not there, trapped in a cycle of men

Look in the window, what do I see?

Child gets molested, forced to do what is wrong

Parents in shock, not sure what to do

Lost and ashamed, never speak of the pain

Look away from the window, too much to bear

To much depression, a child so confused

Unsure how to handle the thoughts in his head

This can’t be normal, feeling so alone

Look in the mirror, what do I see?

The same little child, keeping people away

Let no one near, afraid they might see

The monster inside me, the one that I see

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Panic from Within

Was really anxious this morning, and for those who do not suffer from anxiety, I figured I would give some insight into the world of anxiety and mental illness in general. Hope you enjoy my poem.

Panic from Within

A painful twisting knot pressing on my diaphragm

Tightening, gripping, tearing away my breath

A disabling disease, as my brain works against me

A cancer burning through every inch of my body

Stabbing

      Thieving

              Confident

                       Weakening

                                 Destructive

                                          Crippling

                                                  Deadly

Panic sweeps through my veins, muscles clench

Blackness clouds my vision, blurring the world

Spinning, losing control, fighting for my very breath

Drowning

        Gasping

               Fighting

                       Battling

Mind over body, anxiety pushing against reason

Confusion

         Doubt

               Senseless

Powerlessness ripping apart my very existence

I must not give in, reason rushes forward, slicing

Battling back these forces of darkness from within

Light dissipating the fog, casting away the clouds

Anger

     Frustration

                 Bitterness

Winding up its own power, defeating the powerlessness

A sunrise on the horizon, night gives way to none-other-than

Hope

     Faith

          Victory