Somewhere/ poem share

Poem for …domestic violence awareness month…by MwsR..me
SOMEWHERE
Somewhere someone fights

Experiences painful nights

Somewhere in the inside of homes

People experience hurt fullness and moans

Somewhere there is little comfort

Feelings of terror they exhort

Somewhere someone once was joyful

Now that has turned to sorrowful

Somewhere, in the middle of our busy days

Someone is feeling betrayed

Somewhere,while we are safe

Another person hides their face

If only we could do something for them

We can.

Somewhere, there is hope.

Somewhere, is better than no where.

Help those you can.

Stand up and take a stand.

Don’t forget about any “man”.

Sit With Him/ poem share


​SIT WITH HIM  by MwsR

It is important to understand who hung the stars in our beautiful sky

Who is out there when we all have start to cry.

The one who made us and gave us  our own freewill.

The one who helps us climb up life’s hill.

Just take the first step and sit with him,

He is eager and waiting to erase sin’s film

The shame we feel can be instantly erased

When by his love he extends us grace.

No man will ever love you so TRUE,

Noone, not any of you.

He gives life meaning and a spring in our walk,

Have you took the time to sit with him and talk?

Assuredly there will not ever be a better choice you make

When it is with him you rest and then awake.

No diamond ring, no stone or glass is stronger

Will you sit with him and stay a while longer?

Spirit/ poem share

Her spirit didn’t rise but it sure did fall

Now it floats and resides inside these walls.

Never at peace or rest

I guess her spirit wasn’t blest

She never had love, at least not the best

To send her spirit towards it’s final place

Somewhere high into a stars space.

Only remants of attempts gone wrong

She never found her spirit a home.

Often, others swear they hear a soundl

It must be the spirit of hers that is still around.

MwsR 💗

For Instance/ Poem by MwsR

Sad is when all hope fades

Random are the things I sometimes say

Hopeful yet so much to doubt

I know these feelings I have get tossed about.

Without ability to turn the page

So many feelings, so much rage

Often desperate but feeling secure

I understand , some, yetI am still not sure.

If onlys will take away your todays

Your right nows,often sneak far away.

Possibly the battle of a lifetime

I feel my heart will break often times

But if it could actually break

I could no more,take

So since I have endeavored and am still here

I think my life will finally feel the love that’s near.

Grandmother’s House/Blue, story continues…

There just was something good about going to Blue’s grandmother’s house, it was some of the best of times for her.

Blue was always asking her father when he was going to see his mother, her grandmother, and she eagerly awaited the conformation that he was. She would accompany him, and it was worth it, because there was nothing like being at her grandmother’s house. Absolutely nothing! Her grandmother lived with her sister, Blue’s Great Aunt. They both were different in many ways but they were so great.

Blue would sometimes get permission to sleep over at their house and she always took advantage of the time there. She had a whole lot of neat places in their woods out back and she found cool stuff there, outside. She learned a lot about gardening and creatures, like snakes, turtles, etc. There was always something cool to explore and learn. Her grandmother was real modest and outspoken, but she liked that about her.

Blue’s Great Aunt was the religious kind and she read her Bible every day at breakfast, while sipping her coffee and eating the soaked saltines she added to it. Blue thought that was very strange indeed, but still it was cool. Her aunt always did cleaning and washing and hanging clothes, domestic stuff. inside the house is where you most often found her Aunt. Her aunt was not a fan of bugs or snakes or bees and such. She liked staying indoors more than being outside. She would usually be found doing her crossword puzzles when she had finished all her inside the house chores.

Blue’s Grandmother was the outdoor type. She was the one who could shoot a gun, drive the car, fix the best food, and any other thing outside that she could do. On her porch was a rattler from a rattle snake she made into a rattle that you could shake, it had a wood handle and was sprayed with clear paint to make it shine. It was odd but cool none the less. Blue thought there was no one in the world tough as her Grandmother and thought that her Grandmother was the smartest person she had ever met.

Her grandmother owned a Collie named Lady, and a duck named Screech, and two smaller, inside dogs named Frisky, and Sugar. Her grandmother loved poodles and Chihuahuas. She also had owned ducks, geese, and rosters. I guess you could say she was an animal lover. Ha ha. Blue always loved to play and pet on the many animals there was at that house. It was like being at a zoo sometimes. There really was no place that she would rather be, especially in the summer and in the evenings.

Her Father would go every evening to see his mother. He liked taking her mail to her and getting a cake of cornbread. She baked him one every single day. It was hot and fresh and wrapped up in tinfoil. Blue often snuck a pinch of the crispy crust when no one was looking. It was almost too irresistible. The best cornbread she had ever tasted. Her mother would put it crumbled up in a tall glass of buttermilk. Yum, yum.

Being at the Grandmother and Great Aunt’s house was a much-needed reprieve for her. Since her home was so hectic most of the time, and a scary place a lot of the time, she really was in a happy place being at their house. It was a place where she could be a kid, stay up late at night watching, “Saturday Night Live” or comedy shows, all while eating whatever her heart desired. Her Grandmother was a stickler for a person needing to eat well. She said a person could not go to sleep without a bedtime snack. Heck, it was not like that at home. She had a long stretch from supper to bed without anything else to eat, other than what had been for supper. Not to mention she was watched like a hawk. Food was not free to choose at her house. Never had been.

Once she asked her Grandmother if she could move in and live with them at their house. Her Grandmother just smiled and said, “You can always come here, but you live at your house.”

Is that what a person called “living”?

She did not think so. So many times she really thought about talking to her Grandmother about things at home, and even talking to her Great Aunt but she did not think that was a good idea, because after all she was the Mother of her Father, and she knew how strong a bond that was. She never wanted to jeopardize her Grandmother and Great Aunt’s relationship with her. After all, they would just would never believe her, anyhow!

. Blue would quietly keep all her darkest secrets inside. After all a life with some love was better than a life without anyone’s love.

TO BE CONTINUED…

MwsR ❤

 

 

Ghost/Poem

 

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You have always been a ghost

The one I miss the most

I often think I can visualize you

But that is too unreal to be true

The emptiness that follows, your ghost

Haunts only me though, the most

I wander around always looking and hoping to see

Parts of you that still live on in me

It must be hard to be trapped into the ghost that I created

Because you never saw me grow up or knew me because you were belated

You stay trapped somewhere between my mind and in my heart

I stay a prisoner because of my start

To wander around and never be free

That is the ghost that definitely haunts me.

You cannot rest, and I cannot hide

From all these emotions buried inside

One day, maybe you will be released

If I can finally sort through all this and find me some peace.

 

Suppress/Poem by me, MwsR

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How my words want to burst from my lips,

Like a bullet that is sent from a firing pistol.

I cannot contain this emergency inside of me

I struggle to find the way to calm down this ravenous  beast

Yet I lose power with every effort it takes to summon the thing

So much inside that it does not care

What the ultimate price is for not being able to restrain

It is like a constant  erosion, that saturates all in its path

Oh! why must I have to squelch the stuff inside?

I am a prisoner to it

I cannot let myself be totally me for it having the power, you see.

I wish it to be silent and put to slumber,

But it will not rest

It does no good anyway

I guess wishing to leave would only suppress me

But still, I think that is what is needed

That is what must somehow be.

Oh dear, here I am, again, only me.

Blue…story continues

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Today was the best day ever, she thought to herself as she put on her outside clothes, so she could play in her family’s woods.

She always woke with more joy than she ever had going to sleep at night. Night time could be scary and unpredictable for her,  when she put her head to her pillow. She really did not like those dreams that she often had, dreams…perhaps nightmares. She often tried to see how long she could actually stay awake at night. Sometimes, she would sneak to the kitchen and make herself some instant coffee, hoping it would help in keeping her awake. Sadly, it could not keep her tired eyes open.

Well, today she determined she was going to have a fun time pretending in the woods. So she quickly went to work, sweeping the wood floor free from falling pine needles and debris that had accumulated since she was last out. She always liked to keep her wood home clean and organized.  She used a branch with scattered limbs to sweep with. She had shoes to sweep the other things. She never liked to let her pathways get cluttered, so she did this almost all the time.

No one ever visited her when she was in the woods. There she was free, free to be what she wanted, do what she wanted and just simply be a kid. For most kids her age they would not look at that the same way she did, but for her, she always had. It was innate in her, like having to breathe, almost. She felt one with those woods and they returned their love for her, by letting her explore, dream, imagine, and create. Nothing else in her life at that time was as stable and as permanent. She also liked the fact that no one would mess with her there. Unlike, if she was in her house. Seemed someone always found her and she was never at ease.

The woods became her pretend apartment, her fortress against the ghosts, her house with lots of rooms, her hotel for small animals and so much more. There is no way to describe the many things her little heart could imagine up. She longed for the day her little brother would roam with her in the woods and she often  imagined it would be great and that she would have someone who shared her love and appreciation for it all.

Her little brother was born when she was seven years old. He was a chubby little guy and he was strange to her at first. She could not understand all the fuss when it came to him, with the adults. She kind of felt like she was invisible sometimes, but that was okay to her, for if she appeared invisible, no one would bother her, and she would free to be herself. She did not want a baby in the house but here he was and she was okay with it.

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Her baby brother was growing so fast that she hardly remembered his firs couple years there at the house. But the one thing that haunted her mind about his baby years was the fact that her mamma was gone a lot. She remembers one day she was sat down and told that her mom was not going to be home. She was confused and scared. Her father and grandmother explained that her mamma was sent to see a doc and had to have surgery and that the doc did the wrong thing and her mamma was not doing well enough to come home. So, she would be in the hospital for a while.

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What!!! Had her family lost their minds, what did this all mean? She overheard her father talking to his mom and explaining that the doctor cut the wrong thing when he did surgery and that her mom almost bled to death. There was more talk about it but she kept replaying the words, “About bled to death” over and over. She quickly ran to her mother’s side of the bed and hugged her pillow. She hugged it so tight and she cried for her mom and asked God to bring her back home. She kept her mom’s pillow in her own bed till her mom  was back. She would sniff it endlessly and the smell that she smelt reminder her of her mother. She was as close as she could be to her mom, and wanted her mom back desperately.

Sometimes things replayed in her head…

Sometimes her life was so weird and scary. She just wanted her mom back. She wanted her to be alright. 

If wishes came true, her’s would come true and sooner than she imagined her mom would actually come back home to her. She waited and waited, and did her best to be strong. She was the lady of the house now and her job was just starting…

To be continued…