You are the sunflowers without the weeds,
The kernels without the seeds,
The land with all the mass and a treasure that is everlastingly bountiful.
You are worth love that requires more than a man to fight for.
Your purpose is the dignity
In which we all should walk,
And your life is the truth in which we all should talk.
You are amazing, and great, you are loving and in the right place,
Loving you is a purpose that I will fulfill for your sake.
You're a blessing with Gods grace
The halo of an angel
Looking at you,
I now know Gods face.
You are beyond a queen but an empress in divine,
You are the love of my life and the reason I'm glad to call you mines.
You're the milestone in my timidity,
The quest to my fears,
The love that keeps on growing,
The reason for the battlefield.
You're the best and I want you to know,
You're more than a virtue,
You're everything I know
Beautiful woman you are the me
I choose to own.
About the Creator
Charelle Landers
Published author, (A Serious of Unfortunate Events, pen name Jessica Wright) and mother to six wonderful children. I find that writing is a healing passion of purpose and the ultimate pursuit to happiness.
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Feels like I’m stuck in this inferno of what I thought was love. It will never be, abuse is not love it always ends in catastrophe. Coming from a long line of people, a parent who is evil and a group of individuals who wishes to deceive you. You get stuck pained in different strokes, hoping to never commit the worst praying and prying your hands away from the dirt. Listening to the sounds of trouble lurk, as you lay still hoping that you know your worth. Self love only exists from the makeup people wear to hide the pain behind the shadows that kept love hidden, long enough before we met at the time of goodbye. Love shouldn’t make you cry, in love you shouldn’t live a lie, and that’s all I’ve seen, pain overloaded through a man’s fist, yells and screams, plastered walls drug induced ranged, mixed with alcohol. I see you, a person filled with the definitive definition of what he thinks are his own failures, hoping to find a woman weak enough to wail her, just to impale her. Gratitude comes from the grace of my discernment, you have left me cold as the pavement showed me no mercy. Withered away underneath the concrete, the rose still blossoms but no one gets to see what’s bury beneath. I hate that I met you, pain became a staking change where my opportunities didn’t fail you, although, you will never love. My mother will be the judge that gave you the gavel to hurt my heart, you broke me in places because I didn’t know my heart. I gave endlessly to beings who considered me a problem while I suffered through survival. I shadow pain like I’m trying to learn the impossible, how can I forgive when y’all refuse to let me let go. I want to heal and this is what you know. You promise that the end was near only to find out love has gave birth to everything I had begin to fear. The mirrored light is only a reflection of a soul you tried to bury and leave the corpse hidden behind a wooded area hoping that I was Jesus’s bride and not carried. Using the Bible for more than a conscious effort, and teaching the word to my beneficiaries. I hate this sorrow and I’m not sorry for not loving you anymore!
By Charelle Landers4 months ago in Poets
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Great poem! I love that she is you!