THE NATURE OF LOVE What is it that has the power To subdue the impregnable heart? I say it be love above all else For the nature of love Was in the BEGINNING When God created Adam In his image Yes, it be love That subdues the impregnable heart! For the nature of love Was…

A LOST SOUL Silent screams resonate Through the night But no one takes heed To this soul in need Or cares about his plight Alone and dejected A lost soul rejected On the verge of Giving up the fight Simona A. Brinson Photo by Aarón Blanco Tejedor on Unsplash © 2021 mylifeinword.com All Rights Reserved.

THE SILENCE OF NIGHT Storms rage from deep within Calm seas rise My eyes well with tears And the room fills with muted cries In the silence of night   As I sit alone In the eye of the ‘cane The calm before the storm Tears fall like sprinkled rain In the silence of night…

SILENT EXCHANGE She was woven into the fabric of my being I knew how she felt sometimes without even seeing Though others would simply pass her by I could tell by the forlorn look in her eyes That the weight of her world was heavy, indeed And of a wordless hug she was in need…

EPHPHATHA She had sworn off love Resigned to a life alone But then one day An Angel walked in And it was as if Jesus had placed his hand On her heart and said, “Ephphatha!” —”Be opened!”— And immediately her heart Was opened again To the possibility of love   Simona A. Brinson Photo by…

JOURNEY I am locked in a maze Of sadness and grief I don’t know when I will find relief I take this journey Every February first It’s both a blessing And a curse   Simona A. Brinson Image by LoggaWiggler from Pixabay  © 2021 mylifeinword.com All Rights Reserved.

RESIDES INSIDE He holds hidden sorrows Behind his eyes That no one can see From these sorrows He wished to be free But how can one be free Of what resides inside A whole but shattered heart Shattered by lies And wolves disguised In love’s clothing Though he may smile And laugh and jest They…

BLINDED I wanted him to love me But how could he When he didn’t even Love himself enough To climb out of the depths Of his own despair He was so blinded By his own depravity That he couldn’t see Or appreciate the love That stood before him Simona A Brinson Photo by jorien Stel from Pexels ©…

INTO THE ABYSS My alarm clock rings I’m too tired to move I reach for my phone I tap the snooze I try to catch A few more winks But my mind Slowly sinks Into the abyss Where sorrow does kiss The light within my soul Eventually I fold And I rise In absolute despise…

FEBRUARY 2ND This second day isn’t much better For I am a debtor To the grief that resides within I’m holding on by the hair Of my chinny-chin-chin Without a wolf in sight   Simona A. Brinson Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash © 2021 mylifeinword.com All Rights Reserved.