…when silence became my weapon.

25 Nov

…when I learn to shut my mouth, my body started to move and my life changed.

My journey became strategic and fierce, I had the need to survive for my mind.

My heart was in a thousand pieces and it wasn’t broken due to a man. It was broken due to my own fairytale. I was leaving the lie within my mind of what true love really was or is.

Silence was my weapon through the word of God. I had to depend on the word that I knew and believed to be true to save me, to bring me to a place of peace and joy once again.

One day I made up in my mind that Bitch wasn’t my name.

24 Nov

I was called out of my name a million times and by the time I reached 1,000,001 I was done.

To suffer trauma is to try to heal forever.

I am a lover of life and an empath and the pain was too great.

I decided not to suffer any longer and to love me.

The journey of knowing my name and answering ti my name wasn’t overnight and it was and has been overwhelming.

Yet even more powerful is the notion to forgive and to love the unlovable, the unlovely.

Being powerful is forgiving those that will never apologize or will know that they are even in the wrong.

Yet only God cares enough to hear and not judge.

20 Nov

I titled this piece empty and words that are still yet to be formed.

…and the pain becomes more than you can bear or even discuss. Yet, you can’t comprehend the hurt.

20 Nov

…when your heart breaks and your mouth opens to words that no one can hear.

And piece by piece cuts.

20 Nov

…the blood flows.

…when the glass begins to shatter.

20 Nov

…we all fall short.

17 Nov

….we all fall short. We all miss the mark. We all strive and slip on the road towards greatness. My story was David’s. I desired what wasn’t mine and I wanted it. I wanted it by all means necessary. I thought it was mine. My mind disregarded any reasons why it wasn’t. I was in sin…and in love…and lost. But God…