Staring out the window No motivation inside My lost mind is Frozen Lying in bed No energy to get up The will to try is Frozen Watching TV Just passing time Til misery subsides I'm Frozen Sitting in the corner Hugging my knees Hanging my head as I'm Frozen Lying on the floor Crying through … Continue reading Poem: Frozen
The pain was too great and tragically suicide became his way out. How victorious his story could have been if he had only sought forgiveness.
How I want to be like Mary!
He attacks so suddenly. That nasty monster of disabling chronic illness. Oh how scary it is when the beast strikes. What turmoil he creates in his path. He's a dragon that has no mercy on his victim -- with no way for the knight to slay his nastiness for his lady. What's a knight to … Continue reading Overcoming the Power of the Dragon
If I only put my stock in the good days in my life, then I miss the joy that my trials can produce. It's inevitable that I am going to suffer in this life. We all will suffer something. Are my sufferings greater than others? Yes. Are my sufferings less than others? Yes. Whether they … Continue reading Joy in Trials
I don't know where you are, Nothing of what you're doing, How you are feeling today, If your life has improved. But God does. I can't be there for comfort, Share my concerned heart, Give you encouragement, The care that you deserve. But God can. So I pray for you, Knowing that He hears me, … Continue reading Poem: Peace in God’s Omnipresence
There are times when we just need to be our own best friend. A good, valuable friend loves at all times with compassion and sharpens our countenance by their keen character and sound advice.
You don't know what I feel, The emptiness, the despair, Because I have a smile, On the mask I wear. It's a way to endure, A way to be free, Of these moments of feelings, That aren't genuinely me. I play the upbeat music, I fake a disguising dance, Not because I want to, But … Continue reading Poem: The Mask I Wear
Unyielded anger lingers inside, Against wickedness committed. The perpetrator unrepentant, Nothing left but to stew. Bitterness, wrath, vengeance, Poisons the unsatisfied soul. Release it to God weary mind, Before you implode. ....do not let the sun go down on your wrath.... Ephesians 4:26b ...."Vengeance is mine, I will repay," says the Lord. Romans 12:19b "....pray … Continue reading Poem: Unyielded Anger
For those that suffer with fibromyalgia, there's a fine line between calling the good days a blessing or a curse.