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Ann M Johnson Oct 2016
What I fear most are not the things that go bump in the night.
The things that frighten me are often times things that at first you can not see.
These things that first start with someone elses thoughts can too often be turned into negative actions. What may start as a passitionate thought, or cause can too quickly turn into a distructive action. This is why I fear insensitivity, crude jokes, apathy.
Other things I fear are people that talk without thinking about what they are saying first, or how others might interpet what they are saying.
I fear selfishness which may lead to uncaring actions.
I fear crude jokes that do not respect ones fellow man or women, because it could subtlely desensitize ones perspection of those around them. They may get defensive and say it is just a joke.
The constant violent images on the news and on television, may further desensitize others to think that volence is normal or okay, or worse still that it is a normal part of life. It don't have to be perseived as normal we can chose to limit our own exposesure to violence on television. We can let others know that we don't condone violence, whether it is on television, or in reality, or in our own community.
I fear all these things that at first hide inside the deepest parts of someones mind, long before it is publically seen. This realization of this hidden darknes,makes me cry, or scream, if I thought about it all before going to bed. I would cover my head and sleep with the lights on, and every noice would make me jumpy.
This is why I fear the things that I can not see the most.
preservationman Aug 2014
Father I cry
My tears flow like a fountain
My heart continues to be weary
I need comfort to quite it my soul
I need God’s holy spirit to help me look up and see behold
A son loss in a struggle of despair
Yet you are the Savior that no one can compare
I pray deep
I need your mercy in keep
Your spirit tells me through darkness there is a light
This light is in remembrance in helping you overcome your plight
Trust in the above
Jesus the almighty to think of
A scar being a mire cut
I know it doesn’t sound like much
But God delivers and he does comfort

A sunrise with a darkened heart
A triggered shot with a hushed voice
Acceleration of life with tomorrow having no meaning
Another soul to sleep
The Devil’s demise in attempt to keep
God’s eye in wonder
Heavenly soul gone yonder
A young life cut short from the score
A question of justice in needing to explore
A time to pray
A nation in turmoil not feeling ok
The question being when will the volence end?
Tears on what will tomorrow be?
An uncertain pause of wait and see

Life we question in what it seems
However, it is the praying hands given to above
Once again it is Heaven that we think of
Endure in the goodness
I am the witness
To sleep is only a victory on a new tomorrow
A sunrise will return
Everyday living being an urn
God can and will
But continue to think on God still
God will comfort in your distress
But believing in faith your own personal test
Everlasting, fulfillment and joy as the final word
An ending sermon in have you heard
Peace unto you
The praises that is due
Walk in stride as you take God’s word to abide
My lips in one last kiss
Heaven’s doors open wide and remembering the hour in your stride.
artisticAR Nov 2020
This is something I wrote to commemorate the " International Day of the Elimination of Volence against Women, which was on November 25th..

I knew from his weight on the stairs
what was to become of me that night
But I had a plan, an exit, a way of flight
Our child was out of house, would never know
THAT is what I constantly told myself so...
And as HE banged the door against the wall
And tore off the blanket from my body
I pretended to be dazed, incoherently groggy
As his hand came down on me,
he suddenly fell backwards, quite sloppily
for he was far too drunk to see...
and when he grabbed my ankle as I tried to flee,
I used that bottle of pepper spray
you once gave me
I feverishly sprayed his eyes closed
Until that bottle dispensed no more
I fled as quickly as my feet could master
Down those steps faster and faster
I ran through the night, torn and shattered
to a place where I knew I would finally matter
To that shelter I used to walk by all those years ago
To a place of refuge, a home to mend my broken bones.
From that day on, I became another woman
I helped those who were once powerless, afraid and broken.
There is hope, you need to believe
You can stop the cycle, you can try to leave
...amp...




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