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Smothered Chicken Skillet
Low Carb
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6 chicken tenders, thawed
6 strips bacon
1/4 cup diced onions
1/4 cup diced bell pepper
cajun seasoning
2 tablespoons butter
1/2-3/4 cup shredded cheese of choice

Sprinkle cajun seasoning on both sides of tenders and wrap each tender with a slice of bacon. Pan fry for about 4 mins on each side. Meanwhile in a separate pan melt the butter and sautee the onions and peppers for 3-4 minutes. Place chicken on top of the onions and peppers and cover cooking on med/low for 15 mins. Remover cover, being careful of steam and sprinkle cheese on top of chicken, recover and cook until cheese is melted.

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Roasted Parmesan Pepper Carrot Fries!!

Cut a bag of carrots to the size of string fries.
In a bowl add cut carrots, fresh garlic, lots of parmesan cheese, olive oil, Italian bread crumbs, salt & pepper. All ingredients add the amount to your personal taste.

Place on a cookie sheet spread carrots evenly place in oven at 325 for about 45 min.  Remove from oven when they are tender and golden. Enjoy with ketchup or your favorite dipping sauce!

No one Came/poem

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There I was all by myself

I had to always keep my words on a hidden shelf.

No one to talk with, while bearing it all alone.

Oh there was you, but it was so unhealthy and wrong.

I wondered when my prince charming would come,

Sadly, they lived only in fairy tales.

I felt no self-worth, but shame was my middle name.

I cried at night, my pillow kept my tears.

You snuck by ever so often to see me.

I hid under covers pretending to dream.

Dreams, ha, I had none.

Because of the rude awakening you gave, and then some.

No one heard my painful screams

I soon became a meg shift screen,

Filtering what I could just to make it through.

No one came, not day or night.

I had to crawl or learn to fight.

I fought, all on my own

No one to turn to, not even at home.

Till one day a person inquired on me

Asked me things like I could not believe.

They told me things at home was wrong

Expressed how God loved me, even while not at my best.

They said they knew, without me saying a word.

Told me to let my burden go.

Deal with what I could and never grow cold.

I listened to them and started trusting again.

No one came during the dark part of my life,

But now what used to cut me like a knife,

Seared my fear, helped it close.

– I found when no one came, I had to finally  finish what was done.

No one can stop me now.

MwsR ❤

Forgiveness

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I write a lot of stuff that may seem to be in a hostile way.

See everything is not all bright and gay.

There is power though in things we can choose

Like loving another despite the fact they do no good.

Or teaching someone something to try to make their day better

Perhaps just letting someone pass in line, if you have the time.

All these things go farther than you and me

They take on a purpose and they start acting like a stream

That stream will flow through to another, then another one

I know I have done it, and I am not done.

Forgiveness is necessary as well,

Probably one of the most important to tell.

If you can’t get past all the animosity and pain

How do you expect to float to a higher plain?

It is true what they say about “coming back to you”

I have seen it for real, it is true.

So let’s learn to forgive, even when they sure as heck do not deserve it.

Let us remember they are still human, you can see that.

We can change their life as well as ours

If we forgive them, we release that burden, the one that towers

We can finally let things go

We can make new what we had destroyed by holding on without forgiving

This life is for those that give while they’re living.

Forgiveness…

Teaching…

Giving…

 

We have to teach our generations to forgive and give, or else we are destroying ourselves from the inside out.

MwsR

Imagine/poem

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Looking in the mirror before the morning rush

Questioning another’s lust.

Too small to strike any fear in someone

Yet strong enough to evade that someone.

Feeling all your curves and wondering why

You were made a gal and not a guy.

Why is being a gal so hard?

Who says that we need the onlookers eyes

Why must we pay for other’s transgressions

A secret is what we are amongst their lies.

Brushing through your hair

Trying to make yourself less when compared

But never really reaching that goal

It probably wouldn’t matter unless you were real bold.

Wondering what is it you did

Was it in fact your looks

Or was it something more psychological like you read in books.

As you stare at those eyes looking back

You are so lost in the questions that you may lose track

No real answers today, like all the ones before

You just leave your shattered mirror laying on the floor

Who cares anyway it never was inspiring or true

Imagine if you can , if she happened to be you.

MwsR

 

 

Able to Float

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Wiggling to stay a float

Weightless like a boat

Drifting without much direction

Still able to float.

Strength that is hidden yet felt

Purpose in every movement

Thinking is really not needed

Still, able to float.

Cool to the touch

No sense is left out

Much to see, more to go

Still able to float.

Other lifeforms are watching me

They approach me not

Leaving me space and opportunity

Still…able to float, am I.

MwsR❤

Heart/Poem

What if my heart refused to feel,

It would start to dry up and get little cracks in it

Till one day it would start breaking apart.

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What about stopping it from feeling

Is it possible, I think in some ways

But eventually it would start to fray

It would never be the same as it was

Never really functioning right after that

It would not let things out or in with ease

It would merely exist,

I don’t want a heart like this!

MwsR ❤

 

Pain/poem

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There it is again, I recognize it by it’s ridiculous spurts

I feel it’s presence once again.

Choked back tears try to make their escape

I really don’t know how much more I can take.

Always giving me false expectations

Lofty glances from people, I see

Wondering if I am for real or making it sound worse than it seems.

They don’t know, they are not higher or more superior than me.

I think if I were left without any,

I would feel un-alive somehow.

I have had so much of it, it almost fits, like a well fitted shoe.

Always flares up though, when there is something for me to do.

Completely mine and mine alone

I must figure how to live with it or let it consume me

Taking medicine for it but I try to refrain from doing that

I feel so down at times.

Physical pain comes and goes,

It is there one moment then disappears

I wake with hopes for a painless day

But I suddenly see that is not going to be that way.

Pain, mental ,will steal you of your joy, your laughter, your moments of “feels”

Physical pain will render you useless against its power.

What solves one type of pain , the other it will not.

Pain, the whole world has it but each is individual and in its form.