Not yet, but yet…

I’m alive yet,

I’m not where I want to be yet,

I haven’t quit yet,

I’ve not failed yet.

I cry

 

I cry for them

For those out there who weep alone

Alone in the dark

Alone because there’s no one to listen

And even when they get listened to

They are misunderstood, judged, labeled and classified.

 

The Gentleman who didn’t care about make up

THE HEALING ARENA

A gentleman so fair and fun
Asked me out for a date and more
Just the kind of man I’ve longed for
Praying and hoping and wishing he came.

But then I began to think and consider
What will he say about this scar?
What about the bruises I still carry?
I look really awful and out of shape.

I searched around for some to help
Shopped and hoped he liked my look
I made-up, I cut down and wore some masked too
I entered his presence thinking ‘I did my best.’

My Lover looked at me in the face
Not with admiration but full compassion
Then He shed a tear that took me aback
He saw my confusion and then spoke out.

“My sweet, sweet little girl,
I know just what you’ve been up against
You need not hide the scars or bruises
They cannot destroy that beauty I…

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“I GO”

 

 

I go, I go away.

I go away from here,

I go away from here to a far off land.

A land where love conquers hate,

A land where compassion overcomes satire,

A land where goodness drives away rejection.

I go where people can see beyond,

See beyond my frailties and follies,

See beyond my limits and mistakes.

Where a brother will soil his hands,

Soil his hands to wash off the mud,

Wash off the mud on me

And see the treasure that is within.