Our pain is for a purpose,
Though it  may seem to hurt us,
It makes the days seem so long.
Life's course is unforgiven,
Survivors, we're still living,
You got to be strong
(As the hurt goes on).

Sometimes,
I feel
so unforgiven;
My mind
Has freed,
Leaving me killing (self harm, tho).
My sanity, no longer me, but more,
What are my people for?

Scrambled thoughts,
Emotional malfunction.
No more reality,
All I have is perception.
Never wanted to be a source of pain,
Don't want to be the chains.

It happened one day, once long ago-
But little did these children know,
Just who it was to visit them-
Twas not an enemy; but twas a friend.

The sky lit up with holy light,
The children concerned at such a sight,
Yet, "Fear not",tis what was said-
And instead wonder replaced their dread.

And this message proved quite simple indeed,
For Our Lady needed to plant a seed,
To pray the rosary;twas the request,
For all:this would prove to be a test.

But tis a warning Our Lady gave,
To those saying the rosary-they'd be saved,
But to those the rosary they didn't pray-
A war would not be far away.

Today this message still applies,
To all Catholics far and wide,
One day this premonition we'll see
Only through prayer and rosary will we be free!

O wind, take this leaf and bring it to her,
See the lovely rhymes and sing it to her.

A quarter-life is twenty years,
Forty marks a half,
In forty years you’ll be a stone,
With a stick-on epitaph.

“She was a force of nature,
Brave and bold and bright!”
They’ll say - who never knew you -
As you’re borne into the night.
When really you were old and tired,
And didn’t care to fight.

i hope you’re reading this
with your toes in the sand
melt into the ocean
with skin sun-kissed and tanned

i hope you’re reading this
with joyous sun filled eyes
every grain of sand is
reason to be alive

i hope you’re reading this
as the sun slips way down
the water sighs with nightfall
a day you did not drown

s.s