Category: Poetry
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By the grace of God, my darkness ended.Through night’s tunnel, my soul He tended.Through many nights and countless days,He held my hand; He led the way.He stroked my heart so soft, so tender,To my supplication He did render,An answer to my pleading prayer:“Give me strength, for if I am to bearSuch heartache, anguish and blinding…
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In the wilderness of self, I stand alone, A wanderer lost in the desert vast, With every step, my ego’s shadow’s grown, A golden calf, my idol unsurpassed.For in the mirror’s gaze, I find my shrine, A reflection of my pride and vanity, In worship of the self, I’ve crossed the line, And lost the…
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(For Her) SHE doesn’t stand tall Because SHE has forgotten That SHE is no longer Constrained and downtrodden By he that held her Confined and caged Because his mind was small And he was stunted in age SHE doesn’t stand tall Because SHE has forgotten All the work SHE put in To grow and to…
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At night while we sleep Our souls secretly meet And dance in the glow Of Eternity. We stand in the realm Where angles trod And ne’re a word be spoken For you and I together Are one heart, One mind, One soul. A singularity exists — We are Unified and whole. In our wholeness, Love…
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SINS BEYOND Are my sins beyond forgiveness My character beyond hope Maybe I can seek forgiveness From the Catholic pope Or maybe if I pray While on bended knee The Lord will hear my call And set this captive free Simona A. Brinson Photo by Nick on Unsplash © Simona A. Brinson and mylifeinword.com All…
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FAUX I am no fraud I am authentically me Yesterday Today And tomorrow I will not change To suit your fancy Or bend to your Whines or your moans Don’t call me friend And then tail-tuck And run When you don’t agree With things that I say If that be friendship I’d rather be friendless…
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