Monday 29 July 2024

Ode to the voice inside my ❤️ Heart.

 I heard you before I knew my name. My cries knew your soothing and my laughter knew your jokes

You spoke to me before my mother's voice registered in my mind

You are the voice inside my heart.

I grew up thinking You were just an echo of my thoughts

I thoughtYou were the image I saw look back at me from the mirror

I just never guessed that You are You, The voice inside my heart.

When I was tempted to do wrong, You guided me right

When I was at crossroads, You pointed the way out

When I lost, You found me

Even before I knew You, the voice inside my heart.

I know You now.

You let me see you when I almost jumped down that building, engulfed by pain and grief

You stepped in, caught me, and made me know how much You love me

I was saved that day

I am saved today because of You, Lord Jesus, the Voice inside my heart.

Monday 12 February 2024

If I were 16 again

 I would bind wounds and not stab with words that escaped the prison of my mouth.

I would learn to fly without checking the wind's intensity,

Trusting my Creator, like the Eagles, to lift me higher than my fears.

If I were 16 again,

I would learn to wipe my tears with a napkin, instead of scrubbing them away with a hard rock.

Hard rocks never tear down walls, they only bruise hearts.

If I were 16 again,

I would learn to kneel with hands lifted in a 'V'.

I would learn to sing.

I would laugh more often.

I would love and forgive more.

16 is an age lost past.

Now is a reality always in sight,

I am learning and I am moving. 

Thank God.

Friday 23 December 2022

TWO WAYS TO DIE.

 The warrior stood before His death sentence.

In His left hand, He held the cross, the object of misery.

IN the other hand, He held the power to execute His executioner.

The pain of the whip that cut deep into His skin burned like coals of fire on His back, and still He banked the fire of the authority within Him.

He watched the warriors He trained laugh at His wounds, and scorn His reality, and yet He banked the fire within Him.

He let the death sentence become His reality, because He looked far into the future, and saw a little girl, one of many, crying herself to sleep.

He saw her uncle, a spurn of evil, take pleasure from a body still discovering growth.

He saw her look at the ceiling fan and the rope she stole from her dog's neck.

He saw her climb onto the top bunk, and He wanted to offer her another way to die.

He wanted her to know arms that can heal her deep scars.

Arms that knew how to exchange her past for a brand new, perfect one.

So He took the insults, and collected what He needed so He can rescue you.

Jesus loves you.

Tuesday 31 May 2022

Open wounds

 Is it my story, or a reality?

Did I walk into the hospital and have the nurses cut my wounds open, and leave me bleeding?

The canvas that holds my image projects my smile as Mona Lisa's. Undaunted, Joyful and painless. Forever stuck in time.

In reality, when your lens lean a lot closer, you may see the wrinkles by the side of my lips. Wrinkles created to keep wails at bay.

Look closely and you will see the strain on my face, my eyes smarting from not blinking, my ears turning red, and the drizzle of sweat on my shirt.

What is true, and what is not?

What is pure, and what is dirt?

When will pain end its endless torment?

When will hurt sting less?

Where is Friend, to soothe my tears?


As I wondered on a hot May day, I saw a Man, He stopped my Misery's stride and put my pride on an endless strike.

He has tremendous power, and lifted the burden off my shoulders with an effortless wink.

He taught me lessons on love in seconds, His arms told stories of peace and joy.

Rapha, is one of the names He is called.

He is the reason pain is a faded reality.

He is The author of my breath.

He is The King of my heart.

He can be yours, too.



Thursday 6 January 2022

HAPPY NEW YEAR

 A start is the beginning.

The beginning is the start.

From the fade, there is clarity

Last is the year past

Now is the year here

God has been faithful through the storm and sun 

The light has become the sight

A start is the beginning

The beginning is now.

Happy new Year.

Tuesday 21 December 2021

THE WOMAN IN THE IRON CAST 2

DECEMBER 

Hello journal, today I have a lot to tell you. 
 I really have so much to say.

I started a new diet a month ago. 

It is called Dr Slim diet. 

Pretty obvious, huh. 

That's my life now. 

A life that consists of vegetables, fruits, powder and eggs coming together for the sole purpose of purging my soul of its heaviness.

Whew... The depth...

Seriously, the concotion that has become my daily bread has the significant taste of acid. 

The acid makes me smile bitterly whenever my tongue tastes it's horror.

Maybe the reason I have become addicted to it is because it's puke color and sour taste reminds me of my reality.

The reality I live is to please all who think my mould is offensive.

They say that the shape of my silhouette makes shadows endless. 

They say that my cheeks look like heavy burdens that have not been cast down.

They say that my feet could out stomp an elephant's tirade.

They say that 'perfect' is a place I will never see, like Moses, I will imagine if the milk and honey flow in tandem but I will never see their blend.

They speak and speak with speech sharp like daggers and bullets.

Why do I even bother????

I heard, not from them, that I was made from thoughts as beautiful as sunrise,
Carved from hands that coloured the Rainbow,
Formed from the image that blinks twinkles into stars.

It sounds too good to be true.

Gotta go now.


Wednesday 8 December 2021

THE BIGGER KID

His hands looked like an endless hammer
I know because my body knows how accurate they are.

I know.
Now I know my speech is an unnecessary tone
My laughter, a distant memory
My voice... a reality I can no more define.

School is the environment.
Junior is my predicament.
Surprise was my instant recognition.
Pain became an affirmative welcome.

I don't know who to tell
That my back breaks a little when he staggers into the classroom
His eyes find me in the hole in my mind
His smile promises me of horror
His presence darkens the day
His menace weakens my fight

Who do I tell
That I lied in my report
The black eye the nurse treated has come to stay
He knows now that my vision was all I had left

Who will tell my parents
That school has become prison
Learning is a reality I do not comprehend
Joy..... 
Joy... 
Joy is a word I know only how to spell.

Help me!!




To all that have been victims of bully. 
To those who still are.
Jesus knows.
He will swoop down for you.

Ode to the voice inside my ❤️ Heart.

 I heard you before I knew my name. My cries knew your soothing and my laughter knew your jokes You spoke to me before my mother's voice...