bearing a crown of thorns
someone planted a kiss
the spikes  pricked deep,
scarring my face, letting
a stream of blood run down

but,

like a gush of summer rain
it cooled my smoldering spirits
slumbered my frayed nerves
and loosened my taut muscles!

Most times,
I wished these fragments...
These fractions of a whole
would come together...

Forming the most astute of thoughts.
Illuminating the darkest of corners.
Piecing together and revealing the grandest of pictures.

But such is the nature
of a convoluted mind
because often times
they do not.

When that blood flowed green
And trees were red
Skin was bark all hard
weathered showing
The marks of hurricanes
The dearths of rain
Skies glowed orange in night
And gray each day
The lakes all turned inside
Out where blues were down
And brown silt atop
The roots of things grew up
And flowers down
Bodies dead were above ground
People like moles once did
When the sun was yellow
And not her now deathly gray
People went underground
To live
Where dirt was white and grass
Was the ceiling
And not a day was recorded since
The day the
Colours
Turned around.

Sometimes
You gather thoughts
That you otherwise
Try to erase from
Your mind

Things that you
Should have done
Would have done
Wished had been done
Or thought may have happened...

You grow up wanting to get married
Have a white picket fence
Start a family
Be career driven
Be successful
Be stable...

Sometimes these things don’t work out
But that’s ok...
For me all these things came true except one....

Start a family...
As this still ways heavy on my mind
The possibility is still there but seems to be drifting away more with each passing day...
But to start a family doesn’t always mean having a child of your own
It means being a parental figure to others who need it
Being a guidance to your nieces and nephews
A supporter to others
Among many other things

Just because we haven’t had a child of our own (yet, maybe never)
I will always look at myself as a mother
Everything happens for a reason
Time will tell if I ever will be a mother to my own child
But I have to look at the bigger picture and tell myself
                           “I actually have been a mom for quite sometime, to many other children throughout my life”

For
that
reason
all
of
my
wishes
have
come
true.....

A good man is soon out of company.

The woman he lives with
believes he is a fool
and having seen no sign of his cure
she feels insecure.

He is weak and so acts good,
she rues in bitter mood.

Goodness buys him no good place anywhere.

People interpret his grace his kindness
as his meekness.

He leaves his seat for others
but is never offered a seat
with sellers he is nice
but parts paying the worst price
being never vocal with claim
favors seldom find his name.

Yet in goodness only
his heart loves to dwell
and on the humble bed
he sleeps well.