Miraquill
Whole Holy
My sin, is never heard Or seen before my jury. I come as one That's never sinned, As one that's whole holy. God placed around My neck he did. He gave me a coat, A coat of many colors, One that others before Me have shared Prophets long ago I am not them. I am much more humble. But I do wear my gift With full appreciation. I am an ordinary woman With an extraordinary God. A God so full of Overflowing abundance, Peace and love.His name even means The gift of life. And to hear it said Is too strong for us. It is worship so pure, Inhabiting my praises My heart consumes With only you, This worlds so loud I must daily escape Go out on my own To find the solace. His peace and quiet That I now call home It feeds my soul Like a sheep's Favorite grass. God as my Shepherd Restoring me as one He is so mighty. He made the world With just his breath And holy word. It holds such power, Its almost terrifying To any who can see The line drawn down, That is covering The border of a chasm Where distance from My sin and hell Was written on deaths tomb. Hells no grave No power does it hold Like bounty over me now My price you see By choice and grace Jesus Christ himself paid.
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gwencanfield
60w
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jodi_writes
83w
You jest
Waving away the laughter as small talk
But there's nothing about your words that are small
Each letter yells out all my imperfections
The imperfections you deem fit
Of course it's easier to spread your humor
Than to see what your mirror speaks
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jodi_writes
83w
Digging deep to find the bones of my unconsciousness
Uncovering fossils stained with tears
Feeling the weight of the dirt thrown at me
Will peace only embrace me with sleep eternal?
Must I wait until the darkness emerges to sever the ties of depression, anxiety and hopelessness?
Will my afterlife be consumed of greys and blues?
Or may I finally feel the yellows of sunshine warming the frozen remnants of a soul battered and bruised?
My life harbors no regrets. I am now as I've always been conscious of all my blessings, knowing the magnitude of all that has been bestowed upon me.
It's just... Why must I pay for my present and future happiness with a mind that travels to the past and tedo-totters against the borderline of my sanity?
Why must every prize accompany failure?
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jodi_writes
83w
she is tired
weary is she
they wouldn't understand
they are unable to see
the past that won't let her free
she is tired
weary is she
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jodi_writes
83w
she is tired
weary is she
they wouldn't understand
they are unable to see
the past that won't set her free
she is tired
weary is she
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jodi_writes
83w
You had me fooled
Thinking, Believing
You would stand your ground
Naive, Trusting
You made me a clown
All the hours
All the times
We'd make plans at your suggestion
You had me deceived
No betrayal is as ruthless as from your own kindred spirit
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jodi_writes
83w
You are acid to my heart and fire to my soul
You look down upon me with bitter eyes
My imperfections you multiply
My voice remains insignificant
My pain you deem trivial
Despising me will leave you empty
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jodi_writes
83w
Outside looking in
Depression
The demon of self confidence
Stripping away layers of self love
Never fitting in
Always on the outside looking in
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jodi_writes
83w
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©jeanniesdaughter
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#she
#daydreams
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#heartacheshe believed in her daydreams
but daydreams fade with the sunlight
she thought she found magic
but the trick was on her
she writes to be free
but the paper has turned yellow
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jodi_writes
84w
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©jeanniesdaughter
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jodi_writes
84w
I take the hours of insomnia and put it to good use. I write.
I write in the hours after midnight. I write in the hours before dawn. I write because I need to. I write because I have to. I write because that's what I do. I write to express. I write to erase. I write to forgive. I write to forget. I write to heal.
I am jodiwriters.
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jodi_writes
84w
Back in the neighborhood
Wearing a frown
Her presence is everywhere
Every store, every corner, every street I see her
Waiting in the bakery for her coffee and bagel
Waiting for the green light so she can cross
Waiting in line to buy her lottery tickets
Waiting for the afternoon to pass
Waiting for night to rest her body
Waiting for sleep to escape her life
Waiting. Always waiting for something.
Back in the neighborhood that I detest
My frown could turn to tears
But I hold my breath and stay silent
And I'm waiting for the day when this frown becomes a genuine smile
And I'm waiting for my lungs to breathe easier
And I'm waiting for the minute, for a hour, for a day when her very being can rest in peace in my heart
Waiting. Always waiting for something
As she did
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jodi_writes
84w
Sitting at my daughter's desk, trying to write my words, the pain in my legs are exhausting. Should I complain? Should I keep quiet? Fibromyalgia. Arthritis. Bursitis. Tendinitis. Fucked up rotary cuff. I didn't even know what that was! Damn straight! It came to join the party in my body. I can go on and on about my physical and mental illness. Or should I say difficulties? Or maybe issues would be a better word? At this point does it really matter the specific names? It all centers around one distinctive word? Pain. Pain. Pain. And it sucks!
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jodi_writes
84w
You were always there
Always near
Not writing my words but continously supporting my story
You were always here
Always cared
Applauding my victories and sympathized my failures
You were a hundred things
A hundred things surrounding me
A hundred things I thought would suffice
I was wrong
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jodi_writes
85w
Don't abuse your fingers by writing words that will never be printed. Move forward into your own sunlight. All you want is at these fingertips. Your motivation is deep within. Break away from hesitating. You have found the needle. Now get out of the haystack.
Free yourself from any insecurities. You got this!
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jodi_writes
85w
She is home. Nestled between those she loves. They will keep her safe until my time arrives. As she wants, I will rest beside her. She will finally have what she always wanted. She will have me.
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jodi_writes
86w
It
It's taunting me. It knows me well. I pretend as if I'm immune to it. But my soul owns no fraud. It's my monster. My demon. My friend. My redeemer. It uses what's in my view to push me towards it. It laughs at my temptation. It has no mercy. It's full of danger. Full of wrath. Full of hatred. Poisonous. Vengeful. A murderer of strength.
Yet, it knows me. It comforts me. It's my soft feathery pillow. It's my blanket of peace. It takes it away. It gives me love. It gives me rest.
Shamefully, the face I see is torn and broken.
Lovingly.... It sees beauty.
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jodi_writes
86w
Are we ever really prepared for the sadness in life? Of course we know there are times when we are blowed away by the intensity of heartaches. We know there has to be bad times. That's life. We see sadness coming and we hype ourselves up that we can handle it.
But do we really deal with the pain at the moment we feel it? Or do we all suppress our feelings and hold them tight? Eventually it hits us like lightning.
My preparing is to lose my appetite. I get nauseous looking at food. Then my insomnia kicks my ass. Even my sleeping pills don't work.
I drink coffee and smoke cigarettes.
Every ailment I have gets multiplied by 100.
I want to desperately hit something. But I don't.
I hold tight to my feelings and push them away when they want to surface.
Where is this leading to?
After 7 months I finally got the okay to bury my mother's ashes.
Her cremains have been sitting on my bureau all these months. Come this Friday she will be placed in her permanent home. She will be resting peacefully with her parents and her sister.
My last duty will be done. My responsibilities will be over.
I've done everything she wanted me to do.
The last tangible thing I have will be gone. Come Friday she will leave my presence.
Will that be my closure?
Will I be able to breathe easier?
Will this hole in my heart start to close?
Will I stop seeing her face when Iook in the mirror?
Will I stop hearing her voice when I speak to my children?
If I'm not prepared for Friday, how will I be prepared for the rest of my life?
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jodi_writes
86w
just a call away
a highway of memories
a sky full of clouds
a heart full of stolen kisses
messages never received
words never returned
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jodi_writes
86w
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©jeanniesdaughter
#silence
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#heartacheYour silence answers all my questions
Shame on you
©jodi_writes