The birds are chirping outside It’s March; spring time is coming; I can feel it I can smell it I see it in my orchard blooms! My heart delights as the day opens up What’s to come today?….. I wonder In my wondering, I leave the mysteries of what’s to come To our maker who…… Continue reading Spring time?
For the last couple of months y’all have been reading my posts on abuse. I have hoped that pouring out my heart would help encourage others towards healing as well as create awareness for those that can protect helpless children who continue to be vulnerable at the hands of molesters. There has been pain beneath…… Continue reading “Audacity of Her” – Poetry Release
Abuse is painful Like a leech it drains our blood Steals our courage and strength to speak up A heart knows to hold it The pain bleeding into our present At times staining those we love A mind knows to replay it Soiling our happy moments The deep scars will remind us too The monster’s…… Continue reading Hurts to remember!
Perhaps you have read snippets of me here and there on this blog and wondered why the many poems geared towards abuse. Well, I have lived through many seasons of pain and among them was childhood abuse. It left me broken and honestly saying I was a moving zombie would give you a crystal clear…… Continue reading Abuse recovery
Today I wanted mama Today I cried for mama Like I did yesterday. It’s been a while It’s been years It’s been seasons Feels like I am.. Still losing mama. Like I did that year, Today I tried to call mama At least in my mind Like I did yesterday. Today I needed Mama’s voice…… Continue reading Losing mama.
We are not our brother’s keeper we are our brother and we are our sister. We must look past complexion and see community. Maya Angelou
A bottle he opened Yet another he sipped Betraying a woman that held his heart. A child he brought forth With the whiskey to blame A child in the mix A web he won’t untangle A reminder of his whisky web. By Susan McMillan
There I was, excited to be wedded to my best friend and the love of my life; one I had known for 6 months to be exact. The words of “concern and worry” started pouring in intending to inform us about the nightmare we were about to glue ourselves into…Yes. Marriage. These were words coming…… Continue reading Marriage misconceptions.
She sings in a soothing voice Asking me yet again; “child what hurts?” The elusive presence of mama. She speaks softly Asking about my day Wondering about my dreams The elusive presence of mama. “Child cry not” she says… Comforting my weary heart The elusive presence of mama. “Take my hand child…” She asks I…… Continue reading Elusive presence…
I reckon you know I believe you recall I know you know That you watched from the sidelines! Perhaps you don’t Perhaps you do Perhaps I know you do That you watched from the sidelines! Watched.. A weak child A fearful child A crying child A breaking child A begging child A drowning child A child…… Continue reading From the sidelines!