Reality Wednesday 

I hate being hurt by others. No matter how many times it happens, it still hits like it were the first…

When I give my all and it is not enough 

When sadness smokes an insult 

I am overlaid in its puff 

When a promise is betrayed 

I know you let my secret run wild 

My soul burns 

In a tear kindled fire 

My reality…

My heart is not taken seriously 

Again pushed into a corner 

Just my Savior and me 

  

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The Blade of Lonely 





Closeness, like a needle on a string 

When will it mend 
When will it maim 
Ripping hard into temptation 
The lure of loves injection 
The camoflaughed virus within the vaccine 
Infected veins now running weak 
The wandering soul
The hawk eyes of the bird
To entrap her life
The craving for company 
Creates a naive ignorance 
So I coat myself with armor
A preference of protection over comfort 
I walk with my claws out
A warrior who has learned 
It’s best not to hold the earnest hand
God and I may be head to head
I’m a stubborn daughter 
With defenses up
But as my life completes its cycle
He’s the only one who’s never left
These bones of alone 
Are loaded with fire, not fragility
Forgive me Father 
But I’ll swing like a bat
And I won’t miss
The one who dare come near me
Adorned with the foul fragrance
Of false promises 

Before my morning mug

Before my morning mug

The annoyance of irony 

The drag of being alive today
The uncomfortable heaviness all over me 
The only comfort is being with you
But then again eventually you will leave too
The constant pang of the bitter truth
The way we can’t change the history of our roots 
The way the pain clings like a million knives 
The way they back stab and don’t bother to lie 
Sometimes I wish they would 
Just tell me that life is going to be grand 
That I was worth the sacrifice 
That I was worth not the wait
But worth it today
And today would feel great
As you slide the knives further in 
Under the guise of promises and a tailor made grin.