I love words. I love art. I love Jesus.
12/3/20 — — The tree is lit, but unadorned, Vacancies all around, Nooks and crannies to be filled From tip top to the ground.
By D'Shan Berry4 years ago in Poets
I want to rend my flesh in grief, Make visible my pain. My sorrow knows of no relief, Can see no earthly gain — — Instead of putting blade to skin,
Ransomed captive, free at last, Bound no longer by my past. I'm forgiven, made complete, By God's grace and mercy, sweet;
Who would I be without trauma? Perchance happier, but less wise; Less needy of medications, But less in tune with others' cries.
Pain is the blackness of carbon, And iron the joy that we feel Placed in the fire of hardships, Together, creates stronger steel.
Counting every letter Each comma and each space, But do we count our character When none can see our face? — Tweeting hate is easy,
I'm sorry," I say, too often — Embarrassed to exist. A lesson given long ago: It's not safe to resist; — Apologize to make things smooth,
And I have asked a thousand whys, And shook my fist at God. I've wept, alone, a million tears Behind a stark facade. — I've wondered, wand'ring in between
Work: Meaning exertion or effort To produce or accomplish something. A definition acid etched Onto my fifth grade self.
You're leaving and I won't get in the way Although I would prefer it if you'd stay I'd never want to hold you back at all
As the days grow darker so so I. The barren trees an echo of my soul; The colder air deflates my heart with sighs; My body aching, longing to be whole.
What happens to a broken vase or plate? Does one throw it out or repair it? Even if one repairs it, the scars would remain,
