You are
   a gift to these times
With the dignity
   of a survivor
And the sadness
   of those bearing a loss
Inside you the hope
   for a happy moment
While you carry
   the message forward
Always remembering
    to live as grace does
Not making enemies
   of those who fear you
For they know
   your wrath is justified
But not to your
   heart which wants to love
That is who you are
   if only they will let you

When you walked out the door
I fell to my knees entreating
Baby, please!
I begged for you to come back
And did everything I could to have you
But having you came with a price
My dignity

Nobody owns anybody
Nobody owns anything
Yet we are given
Precious moments
to be holders, not owners

So when it's time to let go
When things, people or moments
must flow
Surrender to the Being
For He knows what He's doing

Be free of greed,
just delight
For the beauty
that you held
even for a night.

How much more
for a lifetime
Can't you just see?
The honor of holding it
and the dignity to set it free.

I got inside my own head today,
A rather unsettling experience I must say.
Because, typically I thrive on touring through other people's minds'.
They invite me in with a grin,
I dive right in.
As I swim through their thoughts,
They attempt to drown their worst sin.
I can't help how truly intrigued I am by the human mind,
So what if you lied?
However enduring these adventures have been,
I ventured for far too long.
'Bout time I took a good hard look at myself,
Time to write my own book...
page 1.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror today,
Far longer than I ever have before.
Saw some real deep, dark, ****, right down to my core.
My eyes are not just simply blue,
They changed several shades as they told me to get a clue.
I stared at my face til it was no longer clear,
Even shed a rare tear.
How miraculous to discover that despite my faults, and my fears,
I'm still beautiful.
Too many years I spent being a judgmental ***** to myself.
I'm taking my dignity back.
Next time I look that deep at myself in the mirror,
Won't be for "many a year,"
Because after I set the ******* aside,
My eyes can see right through me!

An emotionless pit of skin and bones
   Sunken eyes and pupils made of stones
She can't hear the judgement or grief
       Silently she sits with stares of disbelief
    She can't understand what she feels
         or say what she thinks
    Illiterate emotionally, unstable and drained of dignity
       Sleeps so sound she can't even hear her dreams
             Life continuously surrounds her yet can't seem to slow down
       She can't remember where the last place her sanity was found
           Dug herself into the ground just struggling to breathe
        Too lost in her mind to find the time to grieve
           An empty shell of the soul that she used to be
       And no one will be on the other side
                     *waiting...

Words, never uttered
Not in the way they were meant to be spoken
To live honorably, an honest life
Full of dignity and promises unbroken
Instead, lost moments
Years of pursuing what my flesh would desire
Empathy, only a hint
Swallowed by nights with my mind on fire
Left behind, the past weeps
But it embraces my children beyond its duty
Cleanliness, a robe to wear
Is in the hearts of those who now define beauty
I see poverty, my eyes drawn to them
Touching the souls of those life treats as a sin
They are alive, breathing among us
Their pain is the path where humility will begin