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THANKFUL GIVING

There is giving with thanks

Every man knows it is in what you think

No time for the frustration that keeps lingering

It is time to give up on all that’s clinging

Giving will only make us stronger

Our heart will last even longer

It is more than actions, it is our words

Somethings are forgotten but never unheard

In another’s life we often see reflections

Things that mean something, special blessings

We stumble over divine blessings trying to reach the other side

A side that was not meant for us, not our “ride”

Reflections of things will often take away our peace

When what we should think of is within our own reach

Giving from a heart that has been bruised will often heal another’s

We might have watched that action from our mothers

Being thankful for things will help you give

Giving also helps you live!

Be thankful so you can be giving

Bless another while your living.

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Little is much when it comes from a heart of genuine love.
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The Life Of A Soldier

Jodi M. Kucera© Jodi M. Kucera More By Jodi M. Kucera

Published: May 2018

We have an understanding, you and I.
We sit in silence; nothing needs to be said.

I know the weight you carry.
You hold your head high, but inside you cry.

The life of a soldier is not an easy one.

Memories haunt you!
But you stand tall and show no fear.

The life of a soldier is not an easy one.

You hear voices of days past come rushing to your head.
You think to yourself, “He was a good one; why is he dead?”

You wonder if you should have done things differently.
No time to think, only react.

The life of a soldier is not an easy one.

The guilt is too much to bear.
Although you were wounded, you question,

“Why him and not me?”
You can’t forget the faces that were there.

The life of a soldier is not an easy one.

We have an understanding, you and I.
You’re a soldier for life, and it has not been an easy one.dier

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/the-lifle-of-a-soldier

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When you hold me
Hold me so close our hearts blend.
If you care for me at all
Make me believe without having to ask.
Whenever you desire to be with me
Show me like a poem written in visual words.
If you want me to be in your life,
Show me you do, like a puzzle piece knows it fits in its place.
Make me see what you see when you think of me
With all the purpose that special meaning can be.
Loving should come without hesitation
And it should serve as a privileged obligation.
When giving me your self
Help me feel like you have nothing left to give
If you can’t
Disappear to whence you came.

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Blue~ How It Was

Growing up had its share of disappointments, challenges, problems, and pain. Blue was not regretting her life, for it had made her the person she became. She knew for in the trials, there were lessons, and sometimes things that allowed her to grow and helped her to arm herself. Her emotions back then were anything but peaceful. She had chaotic thoughts and stressful days. Seldom did she get to just “be”. When your back is against the wall, you learn how to just survive through moments, circumstances, and sometimes days that turn into years.

Grown-ups seldom see the impact that their actions and words have on their children or loved ones. That does not erase their impact. Here Blue had two parents, one she loved very much but could never please, and the other who she wanted so bad to love, but who was a wretched individual. It seems like she would never be truly whole with the love that those around her gave. Like all things living figure out, you still have to survive. You might not want to, you may not see how, but you never quit. The fight was always in her but the fight was not her. It had come to her and now she could only participate.

When you want so bad to live, to love, to hold on you will find that deeper strength. Sometimes it pans out and sometimes it stops. For Blue, life was only about how she could reinvent her life. It was not about just surviving or getting through something, she wanted to love and live. She also wanted her life to matter, before she lay a path she could fall onto or one she could take the lead.

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She knew her story should be told. She knew in her pain she could be related to and help others in the same predicament to feel not so alone. She knew in her strength others would find theirs. Her story had to be told. Those that were once childhood monsters needed not to become the stars in her story. When people do terrible and hurtful things, that impact others they should be brought out from their shadows. Their names are not as important as those that survive. They should never get their power back. Blue knew this now, maybe it so long ago, but now.

We might be given a bad life, because of the choices of those around us. We don’t ever have to settle. We can rise and walk out of whoever’s a life we choose. Some have to it easier, yes, but “where there is a will there is a way.” Never stop looking at how to improve your life! Never settle for disappointments and hurt. Always keep hope, always reinvent. There can be inner peace, an inner healing. Blue knew that. It took most of her life to figure it out, however.

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Behind by MwsR

Lurking behind the curtains,

Hiding in the shadows

There is danger.

There’s a danger that is created

Lots of pain is in store

Screams that come out from under your door.

Secrets that wish to stay hidden

Hurts that you cannot imagine

In the air is deception, selfishness, and harm

In a home of abuse you are never safe.

Your will is betrayed.

Noone cares about your moaning

No one comes to rescue you

Behind the four walls, of your house.

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Afraid by MwsR

To know what it was like back then

You should picture an animal pen.

One where there is a small place to move around

Where if you scream you still cannot be found.

A place that would keep you

Keep you to be in view.

A place where your safety is void.

People would pass by and around

Looking at you but never making a sound.

You would be alone

Even this would become home.

Anything could happen, any given day

It really was that way!

You were trapped, you had fear

From the very one you held dear.

Afraid and alone,

A reality for you but not those at your home.

Secrets that presented themselves always were ignored

Passing words or actions, lay buried on the floor.

Noone helped, not one single soul

That was your life in this pen that became a hole.

Afraid hardly covers the sins that were there,

Seemed like no one would ever care.

But one day, the fear had taken a ride,

Out came the things that were buried inside

Finally someone listened, looked in and came

Took her out of the pen and she overcame.

Afraid to ever be there again,

She left a lot of her kin.

Never to return, or be that afraid again, of that man.

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