Friday, August 29, 2014

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Today . . .
I will remember you
I will open my journal
I will write about you
I will get distracted
I will write about something else
I will get bored
I will go back to writing about you
I will cry
I will get angry
I will rip the pages from my book and throw them away
I will call you
I will let the phone ring
I will say nothing when you answer
I will hang up
I will take a walk in the rain
I will think of you
I will go back to my journal
I will write about you
I will save it this time

Wednesday, August 20, 2014


It hasn't stopped yet
this bleeding from my weakened soul
with no feminine products in sight
no one offers a bath
they would rather watch  me drown
as I drag myself to touch the hem of His garment
I am invisible to the rest of the world
who turns a blind eye to me
reaching out to the shadow of the Almighty
who knows my name
and never forgets every detail of my life
even though the dust has covered the road
that I have walked many times over
trying to find relief
and He says:
“Go and be made whole”.