You Bring Me Rain, poem

Start of the day, it hits me

Like a ray of sunshine, only it is rain

The things I keep clutter my brain

Newness of the day is a mere distraction

There is no awakening from this, no retraction.

Soon as my eyes open, I can feel it

Like little beads that sting, upon my heart

If only I had been smart!

Maybe I could of prepared some,

Took shelter from those who cared, someone

Instead, when I awake in bed

I feel the rain

It kind of hurts like pain,

But it eases shortly after, insane.

Rain can be a life giver

It can keep something alive

Known this most of my life.

But, sadly it also brings me pain,

All the thoughts that I have hid in my brain,

Oh! This,

You bring me rain.

MwsR ❤

Silent Prison, poem(about abuse)

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Shouldn’t hurt to be a kid

Why have to pay for the things he did

Shattered is only part of it

Separated and torn, not fit

Despised for an act they are not guilty for

Never able to forget what happened behind that door

In secret, they fight the pain

In secret, she slowly turned insane

Why no one believed

Because to believe her they had to had seen

They don’t know what it took to tell

She was a prisoner, in her silent hell

Though more a prisoner to others disbelief

One day, just one day, she hopes for relief.

MwsR

Blue~Easter

Easter, ah, the time when eggs get dyed, candy is given, and there is a big meal for the family…

Easter was one of the best holidays for Blue. She would get a new dress, a pair of new shoes, along with a new purse. Her mother would go all out for that holiday. At least during her younger years until her teenage years, this sort of ritual happened. She usually enjoyed all the relentless preparations for Sunday Easter service at her church. Every Easter you would see kids dressed up in their new clothes and things. It was part of the celebration of Easter when Christ rose from the dead and rose again. On this holiday, the church congregation would participate in the Last Supper. It was for those who were the age of accountability, meaning the ones who were old enough to be saved, know right from wrong, and so forth..

The Sunday service usually started with a sunrise sermon, which was always early on Easter Sunday, like around 7 a.m. The church people would gather outside and light candles while admiring the sunrise. This would be because it was in remembrance of Christ rising from the grave after being crucified. After that, they would go into the church and have an Easter message from the preacher about Easter, and followed by the Last Supper, or meeting around the altar, partaking of bread and juice. Those symbolized Christ’s body and his blood. A hard concept for a young person. Blue often visualized that kind of thing in her head. It not only made her squeamish but sad for all Christ went through.

After Sunday services, and as they headed home, Blue’s family would come together at her house. it seemed to be the family place where they shared holiday meals. Blue’s belly often growled because of the wonderful smells coming from the kitchen. It was probably the best food she had ever eaten. Usually, there was a big ham, potato salad, deviled eggs, slaw, sweet potatoes, and corn, followed with green bean casserole and so much more. Blue often snuck bites from things that were placed on the table, before anyone took notice. It was always delicious. One thing Blue knew, her family sure could cook. One day Blue knew she too would cook great.

After the meal, there was a period of just sitting and having conversations and checking out all the goodies given to her by the “Easter Bunny”, and then the great Easter egg hunt. it was fun finding all the colored Easter Eggs but Blue often wondered why this silly tradition even existed. What was the purpose for it all? Blue knew that Easter really was not about all that hubbub, but about Christ’s love and sacrifice for us. Blue never forgot what happened to Christ and she always tried to be thankful. Often, the Easter Bible Story was read, and she visualized the moments that led to it all.

Despite all the things that happened in her home, Blue still knew how much she had to be thankful for. She always prayed to be a good person and always tried to enjoy the good moments when she could. Not every day was bad for her, but sometimes all she had was the joy the good times gave her, that is why she remembered.

Remembering on the good things can push back the not so good times. Sometimes, that is all we have.


To be continued…


https://mwsrwritings.wordpress.com/2019/02/01/blue-did-not-recognize-her/

https://mwsrwritings.wordpress.com/2019/03/27/blue-blue-hurts-too/

Yesterday~poem

Things were simpler then

Nothing was taken for granted

Everything was new and fresh and exciting,

Yet scary as well.

You needed me then.

I was there

I carried not only my own scares but yours too.

Watching from behind the scenes

Never trying to be a judge in the area of your heart

But always stretching forth my time, my heart, my hand

Not giving out demands

Just being the strong one,

The one who could if at moments notice, carry you too

Now I see it all from back then as a different thing entirely

You did not truly believe in your own heart,

You were scared of your hurt feelings,

Ready to deny the truth and hold back on the tears

In spite of it all, still clinging to what ifs

You let me think you needed me so,

Needed my help and knew I would not say, “No”

I wish we had that bond of whatever it was, again

I wish you felt more of me being a friend,

Hoping though, changes really nothing

It is in the head, that you need adjusting.

Hopes do not turn the tomorrows wheel

Instead it clings to most of our life

Wanting today to be the day.

Oh, to wish it away would be foolish

Still, I will hope and with honesty look at it all

As it really was, and then how I wanted it to be.

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Journey Till, by MwsR

Twisted, in knots of which way to go?

You are not alone in this thinking, you know.

Forward just a little, but backward always just a little more.

Forgotten ideas pour out on your mind’s big floor.

Fantastic was the beginning,

For such a fragile, complicated thing.

Decisions that will impact the journey for you.

Still uncertain of what to do?

Closed minds cannot give admittance for great things,

It is time you free yourself from your chains.

Expand your possibilities

Eliminate your negativity.

Journey till you can go no more,

Then you will have all you’re looking for.


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Change, by MwsR

When the time comes that you reflect over your life and things you’ve done

Will you see someone smart or someone dumb?

Those things you thought were fun,

The things that you swore hurt noone.

Were they worth it?

Were they proper or were they like that of a nitwhit?

Are the ones that stood with you now standing apart?

You already know the answer because it is deep in your heart.

Time can’t erase certain deeds, certain paths you chose, the things left undone,

You can’t blame that on anyone.

Certain people let you down, you say

I’m certain they would not see it that way!

Noone controls your spontaneous combustion,

It is certainly your life not theirs, that needs constant adjustment.

Go ahead smell all those “roses”,

Hang around all those that constantly poses,

But when that gets old or you find some other venue

Maybe you will see what you’ve put those that love you through.

It’s hard to be happy when you’re playing catch up all the time

Trust me, I’ve seen that with friends of mine.

Think before you act

Always leave things in tact.

Don’t refuse to pay back, to anyone who’s lended you a hand

Take the praise and the reprimand.

Swallow your pride,

Keep your mouth closed from the inside.

Listen to reason,

Be willing to change wrong things just like the months change the season.

“And you will be a man, my son.” (If, by Rudyard Kipling”)

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Peace by MwsR

As I rise my mind sorts through

All the things of this new day I must do.

No rest, even though I am tired

No forgetting of troubles, I know, I have tried.

So much before me still left unfinished

The need to get them done has not diminished.

My body’s issues and pains

Make me feel like a dog that’s chained.

I wish for peace down in my soul

A place of safety few will ever know.

With the light of a new day I can attempt again,

I hope that I find this before my end.

I will keep trying, doing things over and over till it is there.

One minute, one day at a time, even if it takes a whole year.