Child,read my diary.
Dad's also been hurt by women
hurt real bad
heartbreaking experiences didn't obscure my "woman-view
I gathered guts to love again,
gleaned my lessons and got back in the groove

God's got you,ask him to lead you to your boaz, who's got one agenda
"Giving you prosperity and not disaster
. ..a future full of hope

That said ,child,you'll never know what loves all about until you trust.
really trust
take the risk
everything in life's a risk

Risk your trust,child.
fall in love

Broken promises
Deceitful words
Sanctimonious actions
Vanishing relationship
Pitiless me*
Forfeited love
Your calamity
*My awakening

Sweet girl
there is no need to sit in defeat
for you were made to run
not only the race of life but the long distance of forgiveness

Sweet girl
this is not all that there is to your life
the door you choose is but a choice
the correct answer not always in view

Sweet girl
life is full, overflowing with second chances
third chances, forth chances,
the number does not matter

Sweet girl
this is your chance
to love with every fiber of your being
for the reward far outweighs the regret

Sweet girl
I will be here for you
to show you what recovery looks like
as it is better to enter with a friend

And Sweet girl
please remember whose you are
as that is what helps us live everyday
remember the battle is not against flesh and blood

Be gentle with yourself

Sleepless nights
Thoughts of you
Write until full
Pray until peaceful
Closed eyes
Calmed limbs
Sweet dreams
New day

Some days my soul craves darkness,
other days light,
but today I desire neither.

I'm not too fond of today,
and all of the weariness that came with it.
Light nor dark, I don't want any bit.

What I desire is to go home,
where I am surrounded by beauty,
life is pain free,
and I'm free to be me.

Perform I will not,
this battle will be fought.
Perfection is the enemy.
Heaven, my safety.

I dread this day every year,
and as I search the card isle
I fail to find a card that fits our story.

You see our story isn't one that I am proud of,
as this day is a reminder of what I don't have.
I see the way that you look at me from across the table,
the way you crinkle your brow.
I know I am not who you want me to be.
My life reflects the grace of God that I want you to see,
feel, know, and cherish.

I'm different.
My heart is soft and tears freely flow,
sometimes frustrating me, too.
Apologise, I won't.
The **** is broke,
and all I am left with are memories that haunt my soul.

Today I receive the pain,
the sadness that you bring to me.
I soak it in and choose to feel it,
to breathe it in, and acknowledge it.
Today I will cry,
but I will also hold on to the fact that I'm adopted,
by a God who satisfies my heart.