Its been a grey November,
the summers over now.
I just can't remember ;
memories turned
to frost,
with what now
is lost.

I just can't remember how in this cold,
I've numbed everything.
I don't recall what warmth of sun
shall bring.
Is that feeling lost
forever?
Is that lost all
together?

Shadows fade in and out
from the glistening sun.
Memories ....like a loaded
gun.
They shoot in darkness...
in the mountains;
pictures taken with cascading
waterfalls and  fountains.

In grey November, by lakes and rivers....
my have things grown cold.
Frosty sunsets and pale skies...
and icy truths be told.

In the cold grey November.
Don't want to remember...
Grey November!
I open windows to feel
the air.
I really don't
care.
I like the freeze of arctic....
chill on my skin and chill
to bone.
Memories for now, half turned
to stone.
In the grey November....
until I remember...
back to September...
when I know that I am loved:
Through December, and past winter
and forever part of me.
I know I will be eternally loved.

Through the grey November...I'm
where I want to be.
I am free.
Through the icy storms...
I won't succumb.
I have always and will forever...
overcome.

Even through the chill of winter, I am set free
through grey November....I did not bow.
Through grey November... I am me...
I remember now.

@ Sherri G Harder

Castle walls I've built
within my heart.
Castle walls lay ground to
tear the enemy apart.

Knights in armor;
guarding me well.
No ocean currants or armies
can near me dwell.
The armor I wear,
many do not see.
Its my protective shield...
in faith, I'm free.

Castle walls built higher
over the years.
Some guards let down,
yet no more tears.
Castle walls of armies,
not of brick.
In my mind, through walls....
can't trick.

My knights fight at command
with high, majestic sword.
The battle won with mighty truth...
of God's word.

@ Sherri G Harder

I find no comfort in my joy
No relief in the row I ***

It seems that all has been taken
From every day I know

I'm not saying I feel Moses
Who gave up on all he had

To lead his people's promise
To the edge of being glad

It is as if it has been taken
Since the day that I was born

That leads my soul to be shaking
So thread bare worn , soiled and torn

Those whose open palms are waiting
Whose angry scorn reveals

Over hot coals my life they're raking
So happy that they squeal

In time they will crush me
Grind my bones into the dust

But they will be soon to follow
Sometimes life will turn out just

Somedays
I feel too pretty for you
And others
I crawl beneath your shoes
And ask you to
Step on me