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Ket Tehuti May 2015
I AM GRATFUL!

Thank You Thank You Thank You

I am grateful for the birds & bees that live in the trees.

I am grateful for the plants and trees that bless me with herbs and teas.

Teas that help me clean. Clean my soul inside out. Out of mind and out of sight so I can Be aware, What has a left also has a right.

Being Grateful for every Sol divine day & cool heart warming lunar night.
Staying grateful for the light that dwells in me, under my one of a kind Neter mind.

Giving Thanks to the fish that are still in the sea. Despite the nets that swing over there life. I Am you, as you are me.

Also she. She provides me with the in's an out's. She is The focus when I have doubts. The Omega to this Alpha-bet life. Queen to King as Husband to Wife. I am the handle as she is the knife.

She is Sharp minded with a cunning stare. A clean god-like finish as I watch her dress up with make up and accessorize her hair!

Her Gently Stabbing unconditional kindness, leaves me to bleed! Bleeding out ambition to relieve the wombs intentions.

She sees my curiosity so she won't stop raising her hand until I redefine and realign her song. Her band.

The band that wraps around her heart and she would cry silently if in any way she was apart.

Strength does not lie in what you have. It lies in what you can give.

The abnormal power that lies in the peace of mind you lend me is all I need to see...

Realizing that this is real

Corrupted as it may seem. we are free.

Your energy is your inner Chi

SoBeGrateful &
YouWillBeFullOfGreatness
Jtlbl May 2020
Swimming in circles hed eventually drown
In essance a king with a  crown
Waves broke anything he had ever planned
Sinking he needed land he need a hand
last breath
Feeling death
Feminine devinity smiled
Upon him life infinity
A mermaid in presence
A savour he saw no menace
Men lay dead around her See,-bed
Nothing mere about this man
perusue her oceans lengths where she led
His existence she would know "I am"
feel the words before he spoke them
Her voice a sirens call to home
A catch of a lifetime aim to net alone
A connection unspoken healed broken
Upon a thrown announced His Queen.
More valuable than the Oceans lost treasure and gold
A pure chance endeavor
Jypsys cards yester years for told
Do mermaid's tears givre live forever.
Gain was nothing ever wanted
Her tears to never see the ocean-floor.
A chance was the only thing form her he wanted granted
The sea was mysterious
He remained curious
She got away or so they say
I heard he never left that spot
Fishing endlessly
A Tamaltuious quest he lost
The sweet siren of her voice
The feeling of freshly layed snow within her eye's
Ice blue I wonder in time will she even remember September
His memory was fading it was May
2 hours from shore
To hand
She had changed everything
Without even touching his hand
One day the tide took him too
They say
hes at rest now with me his brother
his other
one in the same
one man 2 names
gratful for even that short window
for on those days the sunsn warmth
touched the deepest part of the sea bed
brought warmth if thats all hew can claim
Changed tides ppl forgot
he was different now hes not
<3
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Mari Jan 2015
I hear the water
As I stand in the shower
I feel the water running down my hair.

My anxiety starts to subside.

Suddenly the light goes out.
Darkness envelopes my thoughts.

I hear the shower door slide open
I see his shadow

Large figure looming toward me.
Well aware of what he is about to do to me.

He tells me to face away
Towards the wall

I do
Slowly

My heart skips a few beats.

Time stops
And I feel like I've died.

He touches me in ways I never wanted him to.

I didm't ask for this.
I didm't want him touching me.

I could't move.
I was paralyzed

He told me to not tell mother
To not tell anyone.

He threatened me
A couple of years later
after I confronted him.

I feel weak and vulnerable
All over again.

I'm 17 again,
And covered in the first cuts I've sliced in to my skin.
Coping with what he did.

I keep thinking I should be gratful that he never did it again.

But
I can't help feeling trapped
Even till this day.

I have still kept our secret.
I still feel he won this fight.

Fear of ruining my loved ones lives
His deadly threats
Prevented me from speaking the truth.

It's too late to seek justice.
I lost my one chance.

I wonder
How much longer can I really stay quiet.

And if I do tell them.
Would it even matter to them?
I know my mother didn't care.

I guess it's wishful thinking.

I need to continue coping.
Not by bleeding this time-
But by using the memories and hurt.

Write
Read.

Learn to be stronger than a person
who would shun their loved one from their life.
Because he is afraid to see the truth.

I will always still love you.
But I will take what you've done
To the grave with me.

— The End —