Pathway Home
Pathway Home
Searching for peace in the dome of my mind. Wondering when I will begin the happiness promised as a child. Like a emergency call I begin to dial. To call on God even scream Christ name out loud! To find home a safe place to go! To run somewhere with things of love I know. This place I dream about in night and reached for by day. Only to find hurt and rejection to my dismay. A simple smile or kind gesture brings me to this place. A place of love and acceptance I race. People can be cruel and time seem lost. For what I wasted and tossed. Away on this journey a multitude of things too precious to forget. So I search on to reclaim it. So out of the belly of my thoughts an SOS I send. To return home in the midst of a sincere smile or embrace of a true friend.
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Bathsheba Gibborim
Doctoral professional student preparing to start own business. I have a MPA & MGMT degree from Apus.edu. Currently, I attended Nu.edu in Ca. through distance learning methods. Love, poetry, and song writing.
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When My Feet Hit The Ground
Taking flight and seeking what is right. I fight into the night against the status quo and all of it's woes. Then my feet hit the ground after I know I have accomplished taking a stand against the foes of my ideologies. A master skilled in spiritual criminology I rebuked the mind of foul. As my feet hit the ground. As I will never bow. As they are trying to disturb me as I find my way home to peace, and self-respect while having ghouls, goblins, and criminals in check. Surviving the attempted wreck of my life. Impacting while extracting there plots plans and wishes to destroy my beautiful mind and replace it with strife. I run home to hope, and to destiny and away from their kind. I take hold of my chances and embrace what's mine. Ignoring their words, that are ugly and just mean. I hit the ground while living my dreams. I take flight away from demons of the streets trying to block me. My feet hit the ground knowing they can't stop me. Then my feet hit the ground and nothing but mercy of God at the end of the day I see. Nothing but grace I thank you Lord from thee. For this is my home a place of justice, inspiration, and another chance. As at the end of it all my feet hit the ground when I am home and I can celebrate with a dance!
By Bathsheba Gibborim4 years ago in Poets
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