“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
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.
Ugh.
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
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.
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.
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, 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.
Mws R Writings 