Marissa Knappert
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Instagram @marissa_m_Knappert personal account with some writing and motivational posting. Come enjoy!
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Depth of my ocean tears.
“Standing here in the sand, my toes wiggling with anticipation from the waves kiss, feeling the sun blanket me in a sense of happiness radiating from his warmth. The crisp salt air caresses my face slowly turning me on with serenity and hope.
By Marissa Knappert5 years ago in Poets
Iron Gates.
“I hold back my thoughts with iron gates I have mentally built to protect myself and others. Constantly anticipating their weakness growing with each passing day I wake up, opening my eyes seeing them trembling in the back of my mind just waiting for the thoughts I have worked so hard to bury to come crashing through, like a hurricane drowning in the intensity of my own demons.
By Marissa Knappert5 years ago in Poets
Spirit of her needs.
“There’s a kind of beauty that is brought to light from someone’s body or their face. That is not a thing of the soul. Of the fire and air that’s from the breath and spirit of her needs, Something brave and unafraid to burn at a depth even the devil would run from the purity it brings. The fire brought on by her passion and desire for what’s hers and who is hers. The fight she brings to the table, the soul, the body, the mind.
By Marissa Knappert5 years ago in Poets
By the grace of God.
“I come to you with my trembling heart in need of your healing grace. Press my palms together, bow my head and kneel until my knees give out. I beg and I plead for your guidance and nurture I have been promised that is there for all your children.
By Marissa Knappert5 years ago in Poets
Puzzle pieces unknown
Imagine sitting down at a table and looking down at a box that has the simple words “Your life in the making” The amount of pieces are unknown. You grab the corners and shiming the box lid off, you dump out the content and thousands upon thousand of puzzle pieces scatter themselves all over your table. This isn’t your ordinary plain jane puzzle.You look closer and notice something incredible. They show pieces of your life. Some are already showing a specific moment in your life that has happened and others are blank for the ones you have not yet created. As you sit down and start to build it you also notice some pieces are rougher around the edges, battered and worn looking, little torn here and there.You probably already guessed this, this is from the unhappy times. The times there were more bad than good, your gloomier days. You notice some pieces are bright and colorful, in perfect condition..To the touch you feel a blanket of calmness wrap around you, a sense of fulfillment and happiness. All from the days when you shared the most joy from what memories they each represent.
By Marissa Knappert5 years ago in Poets
