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Day
Day is plain
By night
My matter transforms
Becoming ascendant

Day
Day is so plain
By night
I become someone else
Take my real form

Day is
the suffocation
By moonlight my
constricted lungs
are briefly fixed

The writer scratches a note to their side,
She moves through day to the night like bright lightning on the somber sky.
 Jun 2017 Oise Godsent Abode
rose
people are so much more than the labels we stick on them
sorry I stuck so many on you
I always enjoy your comments and criticisms
:)
O Holy God , listen to all my wounded pleas today.

Hold the hurting, rescue us and breath freshness today.

Into our hurting Lives,  for we all need you Holy God.

Hear our Cries, rescue all of your hurting people.

Breathe a Fresh start in every Life of your people.

Breathe Freshness into each of our Lives today God.

For each of our Lives , has some pain in it now.

For this world has changed, the world is lost one.

But you still have the power to save whom you choose to.

Because you are God, and you Love your people Lord.

So do what only you our Savior can do today, Save us.

For only you have the Power to save anyone from death within.

For there is none other that can Save, but only you Lord.

So do what you do best Bring out a Miracle into our Lives.

Save us from all of the wickedness, surrounding us today.

For there is so much evil in this here world today save us.
I had my life together, like a bird with its feathers.
Then I heard something very interesting…
I pursued it, not caring where it led.
It stopped my healing and I held my head.
Hearing it made me wish I was dead
The whispers of a hater opened the door.
I'm a disappointment, that's for sure.
But somehow I felt like I belonged a little more...
I knew what they were feeling and saw the cards they were dealing.
Instead of walking away, I decided to play.
Their smart remarks felt like sharp knife driven into my heart.
Tears made things worse.
I vowed that day never to let my eyes leak.
I didn’t want to seem weak.
I slammed the door shut, but I still hear the voices.
Please stop the noises, I can’t handle them anymore.
towers of clutter
block the halls
make a maze
of an old abode
and an old soul lurks
somewhere within
it was never any good
at letting go.
The past is where she
once lived.
But she has moved home
since then.

She loves every
moment;
every laugh she
feels now.

I heard she once thought,
‘You fail
to love yourself, dear.
Move home.’

So, she packed her bags.
She did.
But, left them there with
The past.

And went on to build
her dreams.
She believed and she
loved her.

It’s this that saved her
Her life

And she’s saving it

for life.
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