Rainy Days

Emotions pour from the clouds.. weighted and heavy. Each droplet containing a moment that couldn’t be held. No longer able to contain its composure.. It swelled. It filled. Traveling downward, speeds unknown. Traveling up was no longer an option until after impact. Maybe rays of hope from the sun would raise up what was splattered…

Sunrise

Top of the morning where love is made Satisfied and refreshed, it’s a new day Joy rising in sync with the sun Another beautiful morning has begun Gazing into each other’s eyes This is where the treasure lies And as this signals the start of a new week Humbly and thankfully each other’s embrace is

Approaching

I can’t help but to feel that some great opportunities are on the horizon for the upcoming month. No, I don’t know what is coming but it’s going to bring peace, joy, happiness, and newness. Can’t you feel it? Aren’t you ready for something different and exciting? I am. What are you looking forward to

One More Gem To Share

Don’t worry, this is not a promotional type blog. It is a blog filled with my random thoughts, prayers, poems, and whatever pops into my mind. It is also a place for me to share gems that I come across because why wouldn’t I want to share it with you. Here’s the latest gem: Praying

2:22

I should’ve been asleep. Dreaming about another lion inside my house. If you know the meaning of that dream, let me know. Soon the sun will have risen and tasks will need to be completed. Somewhere… my body doesn’t get the memo because insomnia runs deeper than an old blues song that reminds you of

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Late night images unable to be washed from the mind Homegoing soundtrack on repeat Maybe it’ll decrease and then there will be… peace But for now, only time continues on Logic won’t allow emotions to come forth I’m built like this for a reason Shifting like seasons, it’ll come when it’s due In the meantime,

Time Passes

Time seemed to stand still. Sitting with pen in hand unable to truly process what was occurring. To others, she appeared calm, yet deep in thought. Internally, release was needed, hence her effort in picking up her pen. Usually this was enough to nudge her into puncturing the emotional bag to allow thoughts and ideas