LIFE

  There was a coldness creeping into my life,

                      I was too late to realize it was the iciness of your hands

                            clenching my poor pumping heart.

                      The loneliness of your love aches as a throbbing wound.

                             You betrayed me. We laughed and smiled,

                       sunshine and cuddles lit up my world.

                              But you turned your back to me, all anyone would

                       tell me, "Life hurts, suck it up." No love. No warmth.

                               Life is a lonely road with heartless by-passers.

                                                   This. Is. My. Life.

Survivor

open windows, judgment hailing

at me, waiting for the change.

but it will never be. 

fishbowl lives, looking out, they see me 

wondering why i can't flop back to my bowl. 

wondering why i struggle against their will, 

not knowing i was forged from different metal.

they put their shades down to shield their children, 

their shades have mirrors on the outside. 

hoping i will see myself struggle and give up. 

but i am strong, the fire within me fuels my soul. 

that burning that grows within me,  

created from their hatred. 

they do not know, 

that it is the same fire the pushes me forward. 

i will strive, i will conquer.

 i am not sure what meets me in the end, 

it is the journey that i live for, there might not ever be a reward. 

a gift, a place to settle my weary soul to rest in security and peace. 

but i am a survivor of my circumstance. 

i will not allow others to victimize me, 

to reduce me to a syrup, to be molded then hardened for their liking. 

i push on, i sweat on, i am lonely, but i am strong.

Burdened

Some see a fight, a push, a shove.

  I see a desperate cry for love.

Some see a brat, annoying twit acting bad.

  I see a boy who's never met his dead beat dad.

Some see the messes and trouble they give,

  I see the broken hearts and homes they have lived.

Some see a teenager who clothes are too tight.

  I see a girl who has to protect herself at night.

Some see the disrespect, one who smarts off too loud.

  I see a kid who gets made fun of in a crowd.

Some see a woman who just comes to use.

  I see a lady, by a drunken husband, abused.

Some see a drug addict, withered and worn.

  I see a soul that the Lord wants reborn.

Some see dirt, filth and snot.

  I see a kid, who without Jesus, has no shot.

Some see a crook, sticky fingers reach out too much.

  I see a man who needs the Lord's touch.

Some see a bunch of heathens, that holler and yell.

  I see children with parents in jail.

Some see a rowdy boy who gives a lot of flack,

  I see a boy who's whole family is on crack.

            Broken homes,

                        Broken lives,

                                   Broken hearts,

                                                  with no hope.

Flailing in sin, blindly trying to grope

   For the answer of perfection, their souls are all stirred.

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