Love comes softly on angels' wings And touches my shattered soul. I am broken beyond repair And grief has taken it's toll. Where do I go when all is gone And life has lost all meaning? Is there a place to release my tears And express the emotions I'm feeling? The world can be such a lonely place For a sensitive soul like mine. How do you open yourself back up To hurt and say, "I'm fine?" The struggle to get up off the floor Is strenuous year after year. How do I try to find hope again When I have such terrible fear? -Yu/stan/kema-
Fear gallops across the landscape of my mind.
Uncontrolled stress hits me from behind.
My heart races and beats like a drum.
Thoughts disappear and feelings become numb.
Muscles grow tight holding it all in.
I become convinced there’s no way to win.
I cut off my thoughts and say they don’t exist.
I let fear control me and watch myself twist.
I cry out in shame and lose all my pride.
I hold fear within and find a place to hide.
Still, I can find courage living in me
And commit to a process to set us all free.
I will act on a commitment to trust others more.
I will reach out my hand and seek to restore
The Self that I lost in the long ago
When my heart was crushed with a terrible blow.
I will learn to breathe deep and let muscles relax
While I connect with my parts and remove my mask.
Darkness and light
are both intertwined
among the threads
of my life’s fabric.
Love and fear
are found at
the intersection of
commitments I make.
Beauty and truth
are found when I
contemplate my desire
for what is good.
Respect and faith
are a part of
where trust endures.
Life and death
are journeys I
to embrace eternity.
In the stillness of the night,
I hear stumbling footsteps.
Cuss words hang in the chilly air.
Darkness greets my fear-laced eyes.
There is drunken laughter and
The stinking smell of cheap cigarettes,
And throw-up, beer-tainted breath.
I freeze and I can’t make a sound,
Hoping against hope it’s just a dream.
Moments seem to stand completely still.
My breath hitches in my small throat
And fear squeezes my beating heart
With such a painful cruel twist.
Terror coats my mouth in sticky paste.
My fists clinch the covers tight and
I can hear my raspy breathing slow
In the velvet darkness of the night.
A shadow, enters the doorway with a laugh,
And lurches towards the filthy bed.
The bed creaks as she finally sits,
Weaving, drunkenly, back and forth
Like a cobra does, before it strikes.
She leans over and says in slurred words,
“I love you,” unaware of her cigarette
Burning, soft, youthful, tender skin.
Her teeth stand out in stark relief,
In scarlet painted lips that leave a smear
Of lipstick across my rigid face.
I pray silently to Almighty God,
“Please, make her go away.”
And mercifully, He does.
My heart still beats for all
I once loved.
One day it will beat no more.
Death will come
On tiptoe, take me by surprise,
And lead me
Into a world without sorrow,
Pain or grief.
Disappointment will cease.
I will run
And I will not feel weary.
I will love
And feel loved in return.
I will fly
With the wings of angels.
I’ll be free
To be the “real me.”
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When dealing with a dialectical dilemma,
I find myself struggling with these emotions
That contend inside of me:
” Fight it or avoid it,” says Fear.
“Make something happen,” shouts Anger.
” You can’t fix it,” cries Sadness.
” Have faith and trust,” says Love.
Mind , body, and soul remain poised
Between What Was, What Is, and What Will Be.
Every thing seems to hang in the balance:
” I’m tired to the bone,” says the Body.
” Accept fully,” says Wise Mind.
” Let go, and believe,” says the Soul.
With all this conflict within,
How will it ever end?
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Feelings have color, taste, and form
For those with a sensitive nature.
Not everyone is born with this,
A gift from The Great Creator.
At times it seems like a blessing.
Sometimes it feels like a curse.
Emotions can make us feel pleasant,
Or they can make us feel worse.
Despair is thin, the mouth dry,
With a powdery taste on the tongue.
The chest aches with discarded tears,
And songs left unsung.
Depression is black and bitter,
Heavy with the weight of oppression.
The chest feels tight and the breath slows,
And the skin feels little sensation.
Anger causes the head to feel tight,
The rhythm of the heart to quicken.
The skin can take on a reddish hue,
And the soul feels stricken.
Sadness is a charcoal gray
And leaves no taste in the mouth.
It comes in waves like the ocean tide.
Everything good goes south.
Fear has a bit of a metallic taste,
And encases the body in tension.
The heart-beats speed up and
The soul strives for ascension.
Love is the color of red,
And causes the heart to sing.
It’s a sweet taste on the lips,
And the smell of flowers in Spring.
Joy is the color of giving,
A beautiful color of yellow.
Joy brings fun in living,
And comforts like a pillow.
So many kinds of feelings,
To cope with them is an art.
We cannot stuff them all.
For they live within the heart.
Legs were shaking.
Jaws were tight.
Fear kept tear drops
Out of sight.
Arms were pushing
Yet I wanted
You to stay.
Feet were trying
Hard to shove
Me away from
Hands of love.
Mind and body
Within my Heart.
The Choice Between Good and Evil
There was a time
When darkness came
And draped itself
In suffocating folds
Around a trembling soul.
It dimmed the light
And invoked the night
To cover up the need
Of one small child
For a stronger creed.
The darkness sought
To take away
The hope of joy
And love of play,
Of that sweet child
Of long ago
Who wanted love,
But was abused
And lost her faith
In all mankind,
While darkness smiled.
When fear was born
Inside her heart,
She built huge walls
Right from the start
To keep her in
And others out.
Was the key.
She saw what others
Could not see:
Death was knocking
At the door
And she knew she
Had to choose
Between the evil
And the good,
Or she would lose
Was looking for:
A chance to knock
On Heaven’s gate.