She died before she lived…

Da Write Chick:

As we embark on a New year and renewal of ourselves, ! I thought this would be great to reblog!

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She died before she lived..

Wow So Intense, I ‘m stumped and downright mystified

By how you didn’t live before you died,

but you died to live and generously give

so that you could have life

you gave them your all as employee, sister, friend, and wife.

To live freely with less strife, you left that life…

Wow it’s still a mystery

how you rewrote your history

And had to rearrange the life priority,

not to please the majority but to God be the glory.

So now you can share your write story.

How to live, give, and remain positive…in the midst of the storms and lessons of life

Without an umbrella for protection, the Good book for your direction

And no passport to escape the internal resurrection

That you endured. As the hooks of life lured

you away, for long you didn’t stay..

But returned, refreshed and soul renewed

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Shine On!

Candles, flashlights, and lamps are all small objects that are designed to emit light in
dark places! Regardless of how much darkness surrounds you, continue to let
your light shine! The beacon of light within you will lighten up any dark place!
Shine On! Shine On! Shine On!

 

Da Write Chick

copyright 2013

Trapped In Misery!

Trapped In Misery!

 

She didn’t know how to escape and run

Her heart wouldn’t let her flee

Battered and bruised she became

Addicted to pain and misery

She nurtured and embraced her life as she knew it to be

Dying a slow death captivated by love’s fallacy

The imaginary tale, the one she wanted to believe

That love sometimes hurt; her soul she so deceived

Drifting into a fantasy, a world of make believe

Her bruises healed and left no scars, is what she chose to receive;

Her world conceived in physical turmoil, languished in injury

As days, months and time passed on she’s hoping for change

10 years in and things remained the same

Shattered beyond the external beatings she endured

Wounds split, by his violent countenance, her spirit hooked and lured

One day things would change her soul and mind she falsely reassured.

Hoping for strength to maintain her perception blurred and obscured

Believing that his internal wounds could be one day cured,

Nursing his faults, cradling his vicious allure

Praying that God will intervene and create a divine detour!

She believed that Love is real, change can happen, things can be made pure!

 Shivendra aka Da Write Chick

 

Previously Published in B EPIC MAG!  Oct 2013 issue for Domestic Violence Awareness

Don’t Trip

Help me Lord to hold my lip,

Let the gossip slip off my hip,

From the jealousy I shall not trip

But instead flip the script,

Being friendly to the enemy envy

Remove the negativity, lies, biased chatter from around me.

In the midst of this lions den,

Free me from this worldly sin

Strengthen me to never give in

Yet turn my cheek to the whisperin’

Please protect me from the evil grin

External smile of a “so called friend”

Let the negativity make me laugh

And provoke me not to wrath

Vengeance Lord I shall not seek.

Humble me father, make me meek

Thank you Lord for the critics I face.

You are my light, my savior, my saving grace!

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