“The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.”

― Mahatma Gandhi

“I think if I’ve learned anything about friendship, it’s to hang in, stay connected, fight for them, and let them fight for you. Don’t walk away, don’t be distracted, don’t be too busy or tired, don’t take them for granted. Friends are part of the glue that holds life and faith together. Powerful stuff.”

― Jon Katz

Old Friend, poem by MwsR

My sadness comes calling like an old friend

Brain and heart disheartened

Pulling me in towards those locked away feelings

A spin off of my nightmares versus my hopes and dreams

More than not, burdens of my feelings weight me down

Abuse was not my doing or liking

Then why must it be a part of me still?

Why must it encroach on my space and spread over my face?

No makeup can cover all this

I want to put these emotions out to pasture

Never to bring them back home again.

Let them die out in a field of clover.

Sprinkled with the piles of crap from those ”animals”

My life should mean more

Than this abuse, I implore.

Sadness, remembering, and a lot of hurt feelings

Chased by a strong cup of forgiveness pie.


I am to mean more than an abused one

I want to be more.

When I look in the mirror, I am more.

Abused, survivor, and strong

Now, that’s how I am

Who I am and was,

All along.

Love Is A Gift~ Poem by MwsR

Love Is a Gift

If someone can love you through the years

Catch most of your falling tears,

Help bad things seem, not so bad

Forgive you, even when you make them mad

Share with you their dreams and wishes

Helps you put away the dishes

Listens when you need them to

That’s the one who’ll be real and true.

Cherish them

Forgive them

Hold their hand, for apparently no occasion

Sport them like the latest fashion.

Love can be great

Take time to appreciate.

Make a world for them to stay in

Not a mess that hurts deep within.

You’ll be much happier, stronger, and tall

When you help them succeed, instead of fall.

Love is a gift

And the people that give it.


Life With Regret by MwsR

I may of been frailer

But my mind was strong

I held you off for so long.

The constant race,

Trying to hurry into my room

I felt like a mouse being chased by a broom.

My whole self changed when you were around

Often I sat down upon the ground

Begging for some kind of relief,

Someone to take notice and help me.

In the darkness of my room,

I swore that things would be different

With animosity, I often repented.

What was the reason again, that I was being blamed

I was not the one who brought upon all this shame.

Confused by the appeal

I often felt like my life was not real

Just used to torture my insides

Always in search of a place with which to hide.

You went about your life as if nothing was going on

But for me, mine was a tornado

The feelings came full force, and left behind broken and shattered.

No sense yelling for help,

Just a player in his game

Oh, to wish I never even knew his name.

A kid trapped in an adult world

That was me

Falling apart at the seams

Damage took its part of what was my heart

Never again though, I am too smart

Painful memories burst out every now and then

I have to put a nozzle on them

I must close them off

For if I don’t I would drown under the weight of it all.

Time cannot take those memories from me,

Things seldom are what we mean them to be

Effort is all some have left, in the fight

Of wrong verses right.

A life with regret.


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The hurt is mine

It grows with each day that is absent of you

I know that it is my burden to bear.

Mine to endure, mine to keep it inside.

I feel sometimes in searching for answers to things, my heart will surely die.

Like a prisoner, I do time for things that I feel.

Things that make me feel like a human, like  “real”

I understand not everything has answers for an ailing mind

But somehow I thought answers I would one day find.

If I had known all my feelings would be swept into a forbidden corner,

One that no one cares about,

One that separates me from others for life…

To get inside certain packages, one must use a knife,

My feelings were inside,

It took time to get them opened up,

But it happened, despite my unbelief.

I will never be a closed up heart again,

But that does not mean my heart will mend.

I hurt, I feel so alone with it all.

My only answer to this insane is God.

He hears my cries, comforts my excruciating tries.

He lifts me up so I can see a new and different place to feel safe.

If he could let me borrow another heart, just once

I would let it display out loud and strongly.

I would not hide it, and let it crush me.

That is what I would do.

MwsR ❤

Wings/Poem Share

Wings, by MwsR


Soft, beautiful and strong

Each right where they belong.

Complete dependence, one of another

To carry the load with each other.

Fluttering in a weightless, timely measure

Seeing this is truly a treasure.

Oh if we were wings

That would cause us to sing.

Just knowing that we are important and can do a great thing.

That we are right where we belong,

Soft, beautiful, yet strong.