Story

Turn the pages slowly digest each word taking in it's full meaning.
You don't want to reach the end of the story without savoring it's true glory.
I pray the next chapter of my story is one filled with light hearted laughter.
Within each chapter room to expand on the me I was created to be.
Warm, charasmatic, full of joy a servant of God's and not of man.
Man does have the propensity to enslave another and tear them down.
But God has the power to set us free in this life and into the other.
How many chapters have already been written for me by those I've allowed.
It's my book to be written by God and published by me.
In these new chapters I rely on my choices to change the theme of my story from martyrdom to recovery.
Write your own story rely on God, yourself and loving friends to help you edit.

Not "The One"

Tell me what is it that I lack.
I'm not the "one", not the fairest in the land.
Just another needy woman searching for her other half.
Alone, lost and broken that's the state in which I stand.
Creating chaos in the hearts of those I've chosen.
I hate this limbo I reside in, I hate that time is slipping through my hands.
A thousand deaths have I suffered and a thousand more stand at my door.
I sojourn in the land of the living observing happiness from afar.
Dreams mock me with the shadows of things that might have been.

Poison

                                                                              
 Poisoned by the very blood that feeds the river of my soul.

Thoughts and memories clot my veins not allowing the river to flow.

Life's blood animated and produced by a breath and one simple word.
Come to me, a command, 3 simple words.
To obey would be easy in the realm of my spirit.
Yet to disobey is the calling of my flesh.
2 beings sharing one body fighting for control.
Let the Word summon you answer it's faint call.
Cast off your flesh and walk in the spirit.