Realistic

As I lay down my troubles I realize their true intentions; to stop and reevaluate my current situation.  I peel the burdening weight constraining me, and discover all those subtle layers became unbearable with time.  The day I finally recognize this, I shed those years of falsehoods, pain and resentment.  And no one seems to understand why I’m so free to always speak truth…  ©EN 2022, … More Realistic

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Creepy

Emotional instability causes some to become reasonably creepy. I know they will NEVER view it that way, and cannot comprehend  that their maniacal behaviors, are only pushing others away. And I observe, as the evidence continues to accumulate. ©EN 2022, All Rights Reserved

Letting Go

As time makes the ageing process a bit easier,  I discover more and more  that I don’t have to work very hard  at maintaining certain relationships.  Years of deception, discretionary reflection  and epiphanies come to light the way.   The jigsaw puzzle and hidden agendas  begin to come together.   Lying phases and eluding stages  give rise … More Letting Go

What Is Poetry?

It is captivating, mesmerizing, silliness in whimsy writing. It can give you an epiphany, touch your soul and reveal your dreams. Manifest its call to wake, take you through a grieving stage. The words are soft, and sometimes alluring. Your heart may hurt with its truthful dawning. To some it’s a maze, unable to comprehend. … More What Is Poetry?

Distress

Sometimes I feel so tight, compressed. I take in too much, and let it sit. It becomes a hardness to my soul, it can make or break me as my day unfolds. So I stir my thoughts when I get like this. I ask myself why I got upset. And as I begin to unwind … More Distress

Roles

I’ve neglected the fact that I too had a voice. Submitted to the expectations, but resulting in the average statistics. So, I ponder the tangling thoughts of why I even listened… ©EN 2022, All Rights Reserved

Grief

The loss of a loved one, miscarriage, still birth. The pandemic’s division, the deception of your worth. The humbling of spirit to awaken your soul, the negative forces, the truth is untold. In that overwhelming bitterness of grief, we’re reminded to trust the plan though we may not always understand, and Lord I’ve come to … More Grief

Reflection

Lack of interest is taking its toll, and I begin to grab a hold of other things that interest me, as I reconsider my invisible ink.   It is still producing but slowly drying and I question if I should continue to dip the pen in, or just temporarily let it sit?… ©EN 2022, All Rights … More Reflection

Ephiphany

I write because I’ve learned to love, as higher words come into thoughts. I now can claim and testify, a vessel used God’s mighty touch… ©EN 2022, All Rights Reserved