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In mourning

 

The details have yet to be absorbed…
One fact still remains, he’s insane!
He’s always been, I just didn’t know it.
How could I have been so blind?

I sit here mourning the loss of a thought…
How absurd of me to desire freedom!
Til death do us part are the words we swore.
So I guess that’s how our story must end.

I don’t know what chapter of our book I’m in.
Six years of misery and pain, praying for an end.
A nervous wreck, an emotional mess…
Starving to be truly loved…

Choosing a path worth traveling…
Sacrifices to make for our safety.
Challenges to overcome, seeking strength.
Claiming the victory in Jesus’ name.

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Contents compiled: September 22 2017
Originally published: September 23 2017
Copyright © 2017 Agong of Love


This hurts

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Maybe one day
My struggles
would be over.

Maybe one day
I wouldn’t have to be
someone’s charity case.

Maybe one day
This awful feeling
would go away.

Maybe one day,
God willing,
I’ll finally be ok.

 


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Image source: Digital Art by A ~ I.R.B
Contents compiled: April 25 2017
Originally published: April 25 2017
Copyright © 2016 Inner Ramblings Boulevard


The Quiet makes me Cold

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It’s 9:30 am.
I’m the only one awake.
I’m hungry
But the quiet lures me in.
“Stay awhile, ” it whispers,
“no need to rush.
Just enjoy our time together,
Just us!”

How could I refuse
Such an intimate request?
So I stay,
Pulling the covers up to my neck
Snuggling in to my pillow;
It knows me so well,
I smile…

I read for a while
And it smiles too
Knowing how much
These moments mean to me.
If only it knew how
To cook and other such things,
Breakfast in bed
Would have been a delight!
But alas,
Though I’m drawn to its kind —
The strong, silent type —
It cannot fulfill all my needs.
How sad…

It is then that my heart
Pines for a love lost.
The quiet always
Conjures up memories of him.
Then, as if on cue,
The chill of the room
Transfers to my body,
And I am cold
From head to toe.

For though my heart
Still beats for him
He is gone
And the loneliness
That has taken his place
Is like a fire
Whose light has been doused with water
There is no warmth left,
I’m just cold.

The quiet senses my sadness now
And walks away,
For it knows not
How to comfort me.
And as it opens the door
The noise rushes in
To save the day.
Everyone is finally awake;
My thoughts of him
Disappear temporarily,
But I’m still cold
For I miss him so…


Contents written: December 6 2015 |  Copyright 2015 Moylom Enterprises |