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She

By MwsR

She was there,
She was always there waiting in the corner

Trying to get out
Trying to holler, even shout
Time wasn’t good to her during those years She spent most of her time in a room with all her tears


Sadness and mercy were her best friends
She often wondered where she’d be in the end


Her weakness and selfishness,
But all that helped her cope
Sometimes she even thought about taking some dope


Time couldn’t take what God gave her
She only hoped that she would be in his favor

While everyone else went about their day
She always seemed to stay
Somewhere, someone maybe, maybe not


She felt like inside she was starting to rot

Secrets and lies
But she played the game
She assumed that one day her heart will become lame


To drift in existence
Sometimes just walking away
This was a normal, typical day for her.

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Collecting Your Memories
By MwsR

It is sad sometimes
But it is so real.
The life we live all the time.
When there is doubt or fear, or pain
We go back to where we once were.
Finding comfort from the same.
It’s scary to think
For us to move on we need to collect our memories
Before they sink.
Often blinded by the once
Too much can cloud our today.
But if you have to, to move ahead, or just because…
Then collect your memories
Express their feelings as best you can.
Be it in song, writing, or whatever sensories.

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Rest by MwsR
Let your soul find peace.
Set your mind at ease.
Free yourself from guilt and shame
Rest in God almighty’s name.
Follow not this world’s view.
But awake and start with God’s; it will renew.
Reach for the one who gives you love
Soar through life just like a dove.
In him alone you’ll never want again.
If in his will you doth attend.
It’s written in his word how to live
It’s in his forgiveness you learn to give.
His light will guide you when clouds turn gray.
Just walk with him and don’t turn away.

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In Turn

The deepest depths are unfathomable

Only if you’ve never been there.

Treasured moments are not treasured

If you did not make them.

The hardest woes are not hard

When you have never felt them.

Storms are mighty

For the ones who have experienced their power.

Separations are devastating

Especially if you have been torn apart.

Being scared in a wilderness

Happens when you are genuinely lost.

Huge expectations are unrealistic

When you have nothing to offer.

Existence is a status you are in

Whether you want it or not.

Making the most of things

Matters to those who have so little.

Change is a choice

When there are little to no choices left.

Writing can be an outlet

For those who wish to express themselves.

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Wrecked by MwsR

Let me not forget

Life before the accident

May my spirit heal from the bruises

As my body is

Hoping in tomorrow

I try not to dwell

Trying to count my blessings

Because there are so many.

When my spirit wants to sink

I pray my head will make me think

That in all this chaos came something else

A will to survive,

A place of gratitude

A humble experience.

Some pain, like I have never known

Some uncomfortable times,

A few un-glamorous moments

Chances though, to witness,

To spread encouragement

By showing my life, I might help another

Life can always get worse,

Life can also get better.

It is in how we look at things

How we deal with life and all it brings

Also in how we conduct ourselves

That can make a huge impact on the rest of our lives.

Huge for not only us but sometimes others too.

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When and Where People, by MwsR

When newness starts
Stagnate leaves
When hope abides
People will believe.
Limitless is the imagination
On this planet we live
Where love abides
People start to give.
Forward hoping to make the change
In a desperate world
When survival kicks in
People start acting strange.
Everyone looking at tragedy
Right before their very eyes
Where compassion comes in
People stop thinking just about their “me”.
If simple was the life we were meant to have or possess
The difficult would have no divine purpose
When it gets hard
People to grow and tend to think of themselves less.
Let’s all take a second or two,
Take time to reflect
Where the mind is over matter
People will shine true.

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