You know, like you’re deep in a pit and no one even knows you’re there,
Like the grave is a resting place and life is for the restless,
Like you’re speaking but no one is listening,
Like you’re dying and no one is seeing.
I see you.
I hear you.
And it sucks that you feel this way.
I wish you never did,
I wish your smile never set like the sun,
I wish your laughter didn’t seem like the fading sound of distant waves,
I wish your heart wasn’t hard from all the broken pieces that couldn’t be glued back together.
I wish I could take your pain away,
Absorb the pain like a sponge until you’re free from it,
I wish you didn’t know what it meant to walk under a dark cloud even when the sun was shining overhead,
I wish you didn’t know what it felt like to cry ‘Eli Eli Lama Sabachtani!’
That moment where you begin to question the efficacy of the words ‘I will never leave you nor forsake you,’ while reality screams otherwise.
But you have to feel these things,
For that’s how you’ll know how to comfort others who feel same.
If I hadn’t gone through them, I wouldn’t know what to say to you.
So to answer your question, live or leave? I think it’s best we live ready to leave when our appointment with death comes, as it’s appointed for men once to die, but after this the judgment (Heb 9:27).
So live, my darling! For life is already fleeting as it it seems.
Quick confession: so I challenged myself to write consistently for 30 days. But when I got home from work on Nov 2nd, weak and tired, I knew there was no way I was gonna pull it off. I couldn’t create in a state of fatigue. And then I started feeling bad for letting my blog, my readers and myself down. 😌😌
But hey, it’s day 4 today, and who says I can’t pick up from where I stopped? It so happens that today’s prompt is dear to my heart. I hope you enjoy some of the poems and musings I’ve got right here!
Thanks for stopping by! I hope you find all the faith, hope, love, and encouragement you need to not only get by, but thrive!
I’ll be commencing a new blog challenge all through this month to keep myself committed to blogging, and to share with you thoughts and inspiration as they come.
You’re welcome to join in personally! (You can develop your writing through consistency —practice makes perfect!) So please, join me as we take this journey!
It had seen many hearts meet, and many hearts break.
They were no different.
-m.e. 2020.
And that’s the end of our August challenge! Thank you so much for walking the distance with me! 😘
I first saw this writing challenge on Instagram and jokingly decided to participate. As I started, I quickly found out how challenging writing consistently for 31 days could be. But here’s the thing about commitment, if you think about the distance you have to go, you may just chicken out.
So here’s what you do, you take one day at a time and just keep at it. Same thing with life… when you start thinking about the future or the past and all the distance you’re yet to cover, you’ll most likely feel anxious or depressed. That’s why you need to try taking one day at a time. Your only job right here is getting through the day. That’s all you’re given, the present. And with that, someday you’ll look back at all the months or years that have passed, just because you kept taking one day at a time.
I really appreciate the readership, and the love you guys showed me. Thanks to you all, I finally hit my 40k goal!!!! 💃🏽 💃🏽 I’m indeed thankful for God’s Grace that kept me going.
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So, let me the first to wish you a Sweet September you won’t forget in a hurry! 💕
Jack wasn’t about to let her into the turmoil that was his life. His mind was a mess, and he wouldn’t let her in. His heart knew what it wanted, it skipped a beat at the mention of her name. “How did this happen? Where did she come from?” Were some of the questions his brain tried to answer. Slowly, and gently she tore through his defenses.
Three months down the line, nothing else worked. Not ghosting, not avoiding her, not pretending the feelings weren’t there. Jack wanted her. And it was time to clear a space in his heart for her to build a home.
Dainty M. 