Hard shell, touch to crack
Weight of the world on their back
Slow to respond
Quick inner alarm
Dominated by green
Sometimes snappy and sometimes mean
Territorial or perhaps just nurturers
Breathes air, retains water
Characteristics of a turtle
Characteristics of a Human
Monday, April 22, 2013
Back Straight
Just because I'm moving in a different direction doesn't mean I have forgotten where I've been
So in case you are wondering
You don't have to remind me of my past sins
I embrace every part of me which includes my history
Having said this
Not every situation will require me to tell
I had to realize I don't owe people an explanation or a look inside every nasty little detail from the past.
The truth is the future gets brighter everyday.
So no apologies for the past
Just seeing things a different way
Monday, April 15, 2013
Jericho
We know communication to be the gateway in any relationship.
It can heal, restore and rejuvenate
However, the problem with communication between people is not knowing how to be vulnerable with each other
Communication on the surface is not true intimacy because one never steps outside of themselves
Its a game of tug-of-war.
Do I pull towards myself to hold on to the safety net called walls
Do I allow you to pull me towards the freedom I don't realize I need
Because of past relationships there are these walls we put up to protect ourselves against those asking us to take a chance
Vulnerability has been seen as a sign of weakness in many when in actuality is can be the greatest freedom
Even if one is hurt in the process, there will always be other opportunities to grow, develop, and mature
It is with great hope each person realizes the revelation behind vulnerability and choose to experience it together.
So, can I trust you with my emotions?
I'm willing to find out, not for you but...for me.
It can heal, restore and rejuvenate
However, the problem with communication between people is not knowing how to be vulnerable with each other
Communication on the surface is not true intimacy because one never steps outside of themselves
Its a game of tug-of-war.
Do I pull towards myself to hold on to the safety net called walls
Do I allow you to pull me towards the freedom I don't realize I need
Because of past relationships there are these walls we put up to protect ourselves against those asking us to take a chance
Vulnerability has been seen as a sign of weakness in many when in actuality is can be the greatest freedom
Even if one is hurt in the process, there will always be other opportunities to grow, develop, and mature
It is with great hope each person realizes the revelation behind vulnerability and choose to experience it together.
So, can I trust you with my emotions?
I'm willing to find out, not for you but...for me.
Monday, April 8, 2013
Vacation
Rules
on the shelf
Isolation
from everything else
It
doesn't matter how much time I have left
Because
for once in my life I'm allowed to be myself
To
inhale a fragrance soft and pure like a baby's breath
An
irreversible escape like death
Miles
away from old experiences and memories once felt
Free
to love and be loved
You
are my vacation
Slip and Fall
I want to fall in love
I don't want to plan to fall in love
I want to do so by accident
I don't want to see it coming
I want to cherish every moment
I'm ready to stop running from it
I don't want to plan to fall in love
I want to do so by accident
I don't want to see it coming
I want to cherish every moment
I'm ready to stop running from it
Monday, April 1, 2013
To Teacher, From Student
Father, teach me your will
Teach me your way
Let me have ear to hear the things you say
As I live this life only focusing on today,
I take no thought about tomorrow
I just strive to do the best that I can
I praise you with my mouth and I reverence you with my hands
I long for the day that we will meet as one
I long for the day that I hear you say, “Daughter, Well Done!”
Daddy's Girl
Smooth as a baby’s bottom is the perfect phrase that
described my skin.
A perfect 10 was yelled out by a lot of my male friends
A knockout smile passed down from birth
10 inch heels that always make my feet hurt
Funeral arrangements made by daddy for those that attempted
to look under my skin
These are the things I can remember growing up
Big brown eyes that matched my mother’s DNA
Whippings on my bottom when I didn’t take heed to the things
she would say
Thick hair and eyebrows that are compliments of my daddy
Astonishing looks from classmates when we pulled up in
daddy’s red caddy
Anything for me, anything I wanted, and whatever made me
happy
These are the things I can remember growing up
Sleepovers, slumber parties, and others were out of the
question
Anticipating my first date, and praying for the release of
my daddy’s blessing
Tall like a runway model, shaped like a coca-cola bottle,
with a 9:00 curfew
Identical to my sisters, restricted unlike my brothers, only
name a few
The only sibling living in the household but amongst many on
the front pew
These are the things I can remember growing up
Blessed and fortunate than many, with a Superman daddy that
could take on the world
Product of his love for my mom, I am daddy’s little girl.
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