When the connection isn't right,
All the actions and pure intentions can lose their significance,
Crawl out of your  fantasy world and live.

We are all beat up and broken down
Our hearts are like broken glass
Bruised and bloodied knocked upon the ground
We are lost like a man with no compass
We are small and frail and weak
The image is twisted by sin and shame
But in the void, the silence will speak
And the one who loves will call our name
The King of Kings and Lord of Lords
Prince of Peace the Lion and the Lamb
His death brought us from chaos to one accord
He is eternal and He is the Great I AM
He was broken for us
He was pierced for love
He was crushed for our sins
Obedient to the Father above
This is where the healing begins
His body is broken and his blood poured out
He calls us to faith even when we doubt
By giving himself, he makes us whole
He enters in and restores our soul
There is a longing this world can't satisfy
There isn't a thing that we won't try
But we are left hungry and unfulfilled
But with God, we find radical love and fears are stilled
We may be broken, but let us be broken together
Clinging to Jesus in the storms and bad weather
For he heals the broken hearted and brings joy to the sad
He binds the wounded and brings the lost back to the field
He is the Divine Physician He is the Balm of Gilead
So, turn to the Lord and be not broken, but be healed

Lord, we are broken people, and we need you in our lives. All the king's horses and all the king's men couldn't put us back together again, but you can Lord. Only say the word and our souls will be healed. You are perfect and we, most definitely, are not. We are broken, but we are not broken alone. You were broken for us so that we might be made whole with you. We die with you so we may, one day, rise with you to new and glorious eternal life. Heal us Lord. Heal our streets and lands, heal us Lord by the working of your hands. Hear our cries and come swiftly to our aid. You, Oh Lord, are our refuge and our strength. Break us, bless us, multiply us and perfect us. All this we pray, in the name of the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen

Who can I turn to?
When everybody is fighting his/ her own battles,
The world around me is full of darkness and terror,
Deep into the ocean of my thoughts I sink,
Far from the shores,
My body is weak,
I am drowning,
Who is there? Help!Help!Help!

Time is clicking but this time faster,
The night has cracked,
The rooms are getting bigger and lonelier,
Shhhhh! Oh, I thought I heard something,
F*ck, it's just the voices in my head,

I am in a torpor state,
My heart is bleeding,
From a distance I can hear it shutting  down,
Two paracetamol in my hand hoping  they will take my pain away,
God if it's your wish I pray to live to see the next day,

I wanna turn my face away from this cold and cruel world,
I wanna be
I wanna have a serene mood,
I wanna have a void mind,
I wanna live a normal life,
Will there be sunny and better days?

Oh,here comes a new day,
And the cycle continues...

Is she really gone?
She will comeback I assured myself,
And I'll  dreadfully  wait for you, mother,
I still can't wrap it around my head ,
Tears are clouding my eyes,
Heavy and painful drops are rolling down my chin,
My handkerchief is all soaked,
Is she really gone?

Where are you momma?
Have you forgotten about us, your children?
Are you watching over us?
Do you really remember to pray for us?
Will you ever come back?

Somedays are hard to bear,
Sometimes we need a  shoulder to lean on,
Our shoulders have become so heavy,
Jokes ain't funny anymore,
Will you ever come back?

Each day you reminded us, how someday  you'll  be no more and we will miss you,
Words cut deeper than a knife , but your death struck us like thunder,
We watched you slip away day by day,
I wish I could time travel and runaway from this harsh reality,
Will you ever come  back?

Like a box of crayons,
We come in many shades, and
in many different colors,
Shades and skintones, we
Precede one another.
We have the reds, and
the Oranges galore,
and the rest of the colors,
that we certainly do adore.
We are like crayons,
We start off as perfect, but
When we're worned down,
We are tattered and broken,
We are still useful, although
our essence had faded,
We're used less and less, and
We start to feel degraded,
We are like these crayons,
We are still around, but
Our purpose becomes useless,
as we are dwindling on down!!!


B.R.
Date: 11/9/2024

Loving the breeze
Finally at ease
With the waves singing
At the shore

The sound of the tide
Matches my smile
Helping me sleep
With its lullaby

"The sea is so vast"
"It seems so dark"
But all i do is laugh
As I drown inside

A tear escapes
With the weight in my chest
But maybe it's just the salt
That fills my breath.

Once more, I find myself
believing every word you said—
a fragile hope,
woven and tangled in my mind.
It wasn’t right then,
and it isn’t right now,
lost in the labyrinth
of a heart that won’t bow.
I should have seen it coming;
the signs were all there.
Yet I wished upon a star,
caught in a silent prayer.
Your final lie,
the shatter of trust—
a haunting reminder
of love reduced to dust.
Why do we seek refuge
in ****** tales,
or cling to Disney dreams,
where true love prevails?
Because only in those dreams
do honest men exist—
not in fractured truths
or silent, torn screams.
I don’t even know
what truly makes me sad—
a quiet ache,
a lingering shadow of doubt.
I called it then,
and now I see it clear:
the echoes of your words—
I no longer need to hear.