The Unregistered Writer

If my faith seems to waver  Wadding through life's way If I'm stumbling and struggling  Through drowning doubts  Like Peter I know you'll pull me up to you My Solid Rock Even if my faith faints  And my heart ails  My LORD Jesus cannot fail My Shepherd shall not be weary A firm foundation for all my days  Photo Credit: Unsplash.com

Again I stood  Shaking and trembling  held down by its familiar weight  Wallowing in deep misery  Depressed. Dejected. Damned. I could feel them moving and whispering  turning my mind to a despondent state They seemed so harmless that first meeting Enticing. Enthralling. Bewitching  I welcomed them, giving them a home  Now the degenerate demons ruled ruthlessly. Turning my mind to all manner of evil  Making my appearance and speech despicable  Wreaking my entire being They stood firm in their purpose  Determined to drive me to insanity  I stood  Groaning. Crying. Cursing  Moaning. Whining. Begging  Covered in filth and sores People turned away at the sight of me I heard the Demons ceaseless chants Eternally damned  Beyond redemption Lost light Condemned soul Doomed to darkness These voices never ceased They spoke in a foreign tongue Committed in their torment  Of my fragile soul They screamed in my mind And I screamed back too Stripped of all human reasoning I stood undignified Doomed

She remembered how he whispered their vows into her ears after cutting the anniversary cake to the cheers and applause of their family and friends. Throughout the night he ravished every inch of her body with his full lips and thick arms. The next morning, he arranged  a cold glass of Orange juice and one plate of steamy omelette bacon marinated in marijuana for breakfast. He wore the shirt to work. Did he even go? "You don't look good buttercup, let me heat some water and make you coffee with basil leaves that you enjoy so much, it will make you feel better" he said while attempting to stand. She began to smile, then let out a soft giggle before erupting into maniacal laughter. Which ended as abruptly as it started. "What happened here?" she queried shifting her eyes towards the table. “Where?” He glances at the shirt and then at her melancholic demeanor. “Is that why you are pointing that thing at me? That is supposed to be for the protection of our family&quo

Today I got a compliment about how lovely my hands are. I couldn't help the first words out my mouth,  "These hands?" I asked while shaking my fists in the attendants face. He nodded in the affirmative. Hours later I kept pondering on my earlier interaction. Was his compliment genuine or a product of pure courtesy? Maybe it was just an offhanded comment because I am positive he had only glanced at my hands.  Later that evening I took a good look at my hands. I've had them for 25 years but I have never taken the time to look at them, really look at them. Talk more of admiring them. I use them alright, run them through my hair when I'm frustrated, use them to receive parcels and give some family and friends a handshake or pat on the back here or there.  But look at them? really look at them? I never have.  Yes I glance at them... Occasionally. The longest I've had to look would be while washing my hands. Maybe while tying my shoelace, taking notes or buttoning m

I'm holding on But it's getting harder It seems bleak and darker Storms shaking me Trying to tear me apart Fierce forces fighting  Seeking to destroy my life They lay claim to every part of me Working to drive me into deep darkness Pushing me dangerously close to the edge But my anchor holds fast Lord Jesus  You know all about my struggles You know how I hold on to my faith Constantly chucking creeping doubts You know how I crave your presence How I want to live for you I know that little faith goes a long way I know how draining doubts can be I know you can calm storms Please quiet this storm  Renew my Mind Make me whole That I may reflect your Glory Image credit: Unsplash.com

I am learning Learning how best to bare my soul Learning the best ways to say I am wrong Learning how to listen to what my heart needs Learning to speak my truth when it should be heard.   I am learning Learning how much my words can pierce a soul Learning how much I can wound with just my tongue Learning how best to keep my thoughts pure and refined Learning how holding my tongue can keep the peace and sustain my sanity   I am learning Learning that doubts can be crippling Learning the difference between love and infatuation Learning that sometimes what I want isn’t what I need Learning that most times fighting my feelings isn’t the answer   Baby, I am Learning Learning that my actions have repercussions Learning that sometimes I don’t have to come first Learning that my spirit is willing, yet my flesh is weak Learning that my decisions affect people I care about   I am learning Learning that success can be faked Learning that smiles aren’t always genuine Learning that I have the powe