A woman looks into the soul.

But I p-u-s-h,

The limits,

Wanting to see,

How far I can go.

If a guy can,

Stand and be,

Stronger than me,

Or if I have to be the one to oversee,

All that goes on,

In our relationship.

I want simply to know,

Does this man have a backbone,

or no?

Disciplinarian,,They will do anything you “ask”,

And those who don’t or can’t,

These,

are thrown by the way-side,

and looked at with disdain.

My Mom’s eyes twinkle,
And when she laughs they crinkle,
Some Mom’s worry this would cause a wrinkle,
I’m glad my Mom doesn’t worry,
’cause it wouldn’t be fun to make her laugh then.

My Mom can skate,
She’s not sedate when she skates,
And I’m glad,
If she were like other Mother’s I’d be sad.

She’s unique and that’s some feat,
I’m glad she’s my Mother,
I’d want no other.

He loved me, and used me,
Then threw me away,
Up on a bookshelf,
‘Till some rainy day.

When lonliness creeps in, he comes once more,
But once he’s okay he shuts the door,
Leaving me to be,
Lonely once more.

I am a willing partner,
To Satan’s scheme,
He hits hardest,
Where I hurt the most.

He is relentless,
In his effort to shakle me to sin,
HE-WILL-NOT-WIN!

I know my God,
Can get me out,
This bonage, this slavery,
Is not what life is about.
There’s so much for me to do,
So Devil I don’t have time for you!

God please pull me out of sin,
In spite of myself,
Take hold of my desires,
Which are contrary to Your will.

God, I know You have a plan for me,
So much more than I can see,
Right now I can’t get past these walls,
I feel tied down, afraid,
I have made F-E-A-R a deadly enemy,
One that keeps me,
Standing still in the midst of Hell.

If I’m still tied to him
He owns me
MY body, my mind, myself,
Lord, help me break free from what has become bondage for me,
Help me to tie up,
What should have been taken care of year’s ago.
Help me move forward, Lord,
In Your will,
NOT in blindness,
Open my eyes to see,
What lies ahead of me in Your will.

Wearily,warily watching each other,

Fresh from battle,

Who is this,

Friend or Foe?

The markings of war make it difficult if not inpossible,

To distinguish the sides drawn up,

War is hell,

Especially in a family.

I would like warm memories,
Peace with-in and without,
God’s Perfect Peace.

Instead, I am filled with turmoil.
Emotions raging again,
I am so tired of the struggle.
Pray,
Read,
Release,
Only to fall into Satan’s trap once more.

Help me dear God to give myself over,
Completely~to you.

A Sonoma silently,
Steadily GROWING,
Until all is covered beneath,
It’s overpowering weight.

Those in it’s wake cannot escape,
And their life is violently taken from them,
Sucked up by the turmoilous wave.
Bodies lie buried in the stench.
All around is devastation,
And unmarked graves.

Homes~Whole Villages~Gone
My life feels as though it’s been washed away,
And I am struggling,
Just treading water,
Waiting for the wave to recede.