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The best part,
and the most part,
of my life
has been invaded
by something
which is foreign to my soul,
to my mind,
and to my body,

It consumes me,
it tortures me,
relentlessly,
daily and nightly.

It is an uninvited,
unwanted,
intolerable alien,
I am the taken-over host,

I am cruelly entertained
by this wicked,
evil,
unsightly,
unholy ghost
~ Anxiety.

By Lady R.F ©2016
 Nov 2016 True Passion
Ramin Ara
Some are born
To sweet delight
Some are born
To endless night
narrow potholed roads
long winding switchbacks
blind corners that lead
the chosen to heaven

the rest of us
sinners

rotting slash piles
in a clear cut
fireweed rising
from raw earth

in this land of trees
the forest is forgotten
I lift up my gaze to the sky.
Where does my help come from...
when I cry?
My help comes from my Lord and my God.
Who will not allow slumber to make His head nod.
He is my Protector.
My Knight in shining armour.
On my weakest side,
where I am most vulnerable.
The sun by day will not burn me,
and the moon will not strike me down.
The Lord will keep me safe
from all evil and harm,
as He watches over my life
and keeps me in the storm.
He will watch over me when I
walk out the door,
and when I come back home.
I lift up my gaze to the sky,
where does my help come from?
From the Lord, the Great and Mighty,
Creator of Heaven and Earth.
He is the reason I can walk free from fear.
For He is my Helper.
Who is ever near.
Based on Psalm 121, Holy Bible.
She has a real talent
for pushing her feelings aside,

She is truly skilled
in hiding her pain,
putting on a smile,
letting her raw emotions subside.

She mastered this technique
when she was a just a little child -
so innocent, so naive, so small,

Her happiness always depended
on seeing others smile -
hence, she laid down bricks
and built a tall,
unbreakable,
load bearing wall.

Regardless of its rapid rising,
this wall still stands tall
till this very blessed day,

Each brick a touchy
raw emotion -
each one a traumatic problem
that was unresolved...
she only ever, just barely,
forced them to fade away.

She hides all of the darkness
within the mortar
that bonds these bricks,

She keeps it all buried
within this wall,  
which is so very high -
this is one of her famous tricks!

She Prays that this wall
will withstand more weight -
hold steady and stay strong,

If it ever were to collapse
and come tumbling down,
then God help anyone
who leaned upon it!
God help anyone
who did her wrong!

God help anyone
who contributed to it reaching
so far up into the sky!

And God help her...
There are more than enough bricks
in this wall to build
a city greater than any other on earth
~ just the thought of that
makes her want to cry!

By Lady R.F ©2016
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