surprisingly,
I am up before noon- before
the sun nestles itself at the very peak.

surprisingly,
you have not texted me for months
on ends.

surprisingly,
I am still alive.
I need no one to live;
All I need is myself(and God).

I want to write but at
this point in time my
head is empty.
ironically, heavy as well,
I stop writing, to hold it
back up.

Words speak volumes, they will heal you or destroy you.
They can make you laugh or they can make you cry.
They are either full of life or they are full of death.
Christ spoke everything into existence in six days.
So yes words do carry a powerful punch in them.
Remember Christ is called the Word and he is God.
Since you are a poet you should realize this one thing.
You can speak yourself out of the thing that you are going through.
Just trust believe and it shall be done, speak life into your life.

weariness;
pulling a thousand ton while climbing uphill
rivulets of sweat dripping and watering the
ground as I climb. Lubricating
the ground,
I slip and
fall.

darkness;
the all consuming black hole
engulfing me. too tired
to seek the
light.
I give up.

water, crystal clear

moving around aloof.

clours glistening guppies,

floating clovers crinkle,

moving humans hover.

the. World. STOPS.

You told me
Forever.
We could lie
And run away.
No more nasty words
Or painful wounds.

You told me
Wait.
We needed time
To think about this.
No more warm hugs
Or wrinkled sheets.

You told me
Gone.
Tales fabricated
To chase me away.
No more 'We'
Or 'what shall WE do'.

Going out with you is like taking a unknown bus,
I do not know where it goes
Nor do I feel comfortable.

Talking to you
Is like reading a foreign language book.
I do not understand .

You want to know what I'm doing,
But I'm a free and independent woman
I do not need weights to tie me down.

I may tell you I'm sorry
But I'm not sorry
Because through all my life
I've learnt to survive on my own.