Janna Nov 2018
I’ll write my concerns

Down it goes,

On the perfect crisp white

In between the lines

Can you read through them

But down it goes either way

Lodged in my throat

The words don’t come out

Like the way I want it to

The pen is dry liquidation

It worsens my condition

I can’t seem to write

Write down these concerns

Stuck and caught

In the moment

The pen hits paper

My words choked up

My vision is blurry

The dry ink got wet

Now I thank the liquid in my eye

some days our worries are well above our heads, high in the clouds, we can't see the start or the end, we have lost our voices, choked on our own tears, we lack understanding and wisdom, the left is right and right is left. some days we can't speak but try and write your concerns down, let it go, burn the piece of paper, pray on it, but let it go, let it out.
Janna Oct 2018
Though I prayed for wisdom
My choices were unwise
Though I sought understanding
My choices crippled attaining insight
One can ask for this and that
But if one's choices are far from what is being asked
One limits themselves
Janna Sep 2018
I find a part of me
I never met you
We are the sum total of all our memories. The good times. The bad times. The painful moments. The really great, happy moments. I choose not to suppress or repress my emotions to each event that occurs in my life, I choose to connect and be real with my own soul and spirit. In choosing this, sometimes I wish I made better choices. Sometimes I fall into the trap of old memories, sometimes I regret. And that’s okay. It allows me to think more, think harder, ask why, dig deeper, learn, move on, grow. This is a process that will bring me to tears some days, on other days I will laugh over it, but in future days I am assured that there is eternity awaiting after this life and there will be no more tears or sadness for all who put their trust in Jesus, for it says in Revelation 21:4 that “*** will wipe away every tear from their eyes; there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. No more pain, for the former things have passed away, for He makes all things new”
Janna Sep 2018
Everyday I ask myself

If the hole is still open

My itchy fingers can’t help

But poke and pry

Instead of let time heal

My itchy fingers

Do more harm

Than patience and time

My itchy fingers

Keep on itching

I keep asking myself

If it’ll heal

But my itchy fingers

Won’t listen

- soulwriterj
Janna Sep 2018
Can I share my dreams with you

Delve into the deepest depths

The ocean of your thoughts

Whirlwind like a torpedo

Within a world unknown

At the shallow surface

You’re almost invisible

But I see you

I see those tears

Shed in the midnight hour

Shunned by the day light sun

Show me your skeletons

I will show you mine

dont let simply anyone in to your secret universe of dreams, wonder, revelations, mysteries, questions, discoveries, hopes, desires, guard your heart.
Janna Aug 2018
occupied - you're on my mind
amplified - everything that you do
mystified - unpuzzling the puzzle
petrified - when fear takes over
mortified - death or life
simplified - breaking you down
rectified - right my wrongs
satisfied - soul at peace
gratified - soul contentment
- soulwriterj
How amazing is language and the English dictionary. Words are so important and how you use it, how you speak and what you say. It matters. Bring meaning to your language, to your words. Think trash, speak trash. Don’t speak trash. I’m learning this every day. It’s not easy, but I want my words to bring life not death. Proverbs 15:4 says “a wholesome tongue is a tree of life, by perverseness in it breaks the spirit”.
Janna Aug 2018
I’m sorry

For doubting you

Your dreams, your beliefs

Your desires, your grieves

I’m sorry

for projecting fear on you

For taking one step behind

Because I thought about all the things

That could hurt you

But not all the opportunities that it could bring

I’m sorry

For not loving you enough

For hurting your body

And forgetting your soul

Leaving your mind empty

With everything foul

I’m sorry

For leaving you breathless

Tired eyes, weary sighs

You are more than you think

But I don’t tell you enough

I’m sorry for holding you back

Making you feel worthless

**** and sad

Losing your sense of inner beauty

Judging you, your outer seemed filthy

I’m sorry

I promise to love you better

So your heart will always be whole

- an apology letter to myself

A lot of the time, we blame others and we also blame ourselves. But it’s time to snap out of it. To learn from our mistakes, to get up, give ourselves a chance to improve and be better, not stay in the hole we dug for ourselves.
I wrote this letter to myself on 9th November last year. It’s not because I was feeling sorry for myself but because I became aware that I HAD to stop feeling sorry for myself, my situation, my downfalls, my mistakes but to rise above, saying sorry to myself shifted my perspective, and the thing that brought me to this awareness is the belief that the *** I know has accepted and loves
me for all that I am, now I too can accept myself, all that I am and who I can grow to become.
Ask yourself what you have to do to get out of the hole you’re in, don’t focus on how you got in there anymore, definitely don’t stay or think you can get comfortable in there.. find a way out, there’s always a way out.
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