Hostile Takeover It was so easy... Winner takes all everyone loses here. Death is a dusty bed partner but the red hot coals of hate too sweet to put out of reach. She never saw it coming words sicklier than honey dripped from venomous lips like a cat-o-nine whip deadly stiff with envy and hate. It is too late to get back those yesterdays of feel good friendship and fairplay? Now we stand on opposite sides while blood and gore runs through our tomorrows as we heave regretful sighs.
Category: self-care
Be That Friend
Be That Friend When I need comfort comfort. When I need a hand give it. When I need to be seen be my eyes. When I need to be authentic speak it into me. Be that friend that will be there spend time when the ugliness oozes everywhere. Be that friend. Be my Wren say my amen dust me off again and again whenever I fall Be my friend be my strength, and I will never be weak.
Handcuffed by the Past
Handcuffed by the Past How could you think we would forget? You sinned have a fatal flaw broke all laws and now your daring gives us pause. You want to be forgiven redeemed and released but we will keep you imprisoned in our negativity. We will keep you in your place remember your disgrace no second chances with you ut us a cold case. We may not be God with no right to punish but by god! We wont let you flourish!
Crab Life
Crab Life Look at you across the room thinking can you make it. your new victim in your sights ready for a fight you approach. You know your role known it long learned it hard. You are the crab who came out of the barrel the one who made it. But there can be only one, only one success story at a time. So you know your role you signed with your blood. Instead of helping the one left to come up you got to work hard to push him down to drown.
Fly
Fly You can run, I know you can. You can fly, I know you can. Out of fear you may run but you need to fly. Use those wings see the joy it brings even in your fear They will take there, where you need to go. When you are down and you feel it's not your time take flight and fly up to the sky.
Grow Into Yourself
Grow Into Yourself. It burns! Like hell sulfur. Limbs torn assunder. With each blunder guilt knifes me. Blood corrupted springs free to flow into a sea of redemption. Can I grow into me? Can I be free? Guilt a strict taskmaster. Too stern to cuddle a wayward child like me. Fire now tears into my flesh. Is this how it feels to grow?
It’s Too Late?
It's Too Late? Where have the years gone and when did the wrinkles come home to roost? Lady, why did you settle for empty promises? Why did you settle under their thumb rejected and forlorn? Is it too late to smile again? to feel the sun on your face? Is it too late to leave the pain? Just have some fun? Is it too late to stop and fight even after your flight? Is it too late to be alive when death was your bedmate? It is too late? We will see...
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