Scarred

All we have is impassioned memories of our past

That burns the surface of the present, tarnishing our future...

There’s a fire that ignites between us.

The heat of our own self-affliction infects our minds,

Leaving the entreaty of our love for one another sick.

Although the pain goes away when ever we’re together,

It appears greatly the moment we part.

And our nights become restless and cold.

Damaged goods “we are”

Lost in a time zone when love confused, manipulated, and abused.

Now we are yearning for something that heals.

The ultimate cure of loves pain

Instead of being there to care for one another, embracing our love

We fight our feelings day by day by constantly pushing each other away.

 Every day we wake up next to each other, a new light of hope shines our face

And we lay inseparable in loves embrace

Such a great feeling it is to be still

In the moments of what feels so real,

Until the darkness comes in like a thief

Pilfering all of our joy with the curse mixed emotions

 Laughter followed by tears

Tears turned into withdrawal

And withdrawal later on turned to regret

“Why can’t we just let go and live free?”

Forget about the pain of loves past and move forward

It’s obvious that we can’t live without each other

 Yet all we have is impassioned memories of our past

That burns the surface of the present, tarnishing our future…

Loves Pain

 

After about a minute of fingers rubbing in circles followed by a few blinks, finally my eyes open

The ray of sun that peaks through an unbalanced blind covering a window, tells me it’s a new day – or is it?

I look around and I ponder…..hmmm (so many questions running through my mind)

Where am I and how did I get here?

Who are these people and where are my clothes?

Why can’t I remember and why do I feel funny?

The fretfulness running through my mind has me panic-stricken

Lying in a bed of sin, I slowly begin to move, trying to find my way around this unfamiliar territory

Finally I reach a place of solitude

As I look in the mirror that hangs over the vanity of a blood-stained washroom

Tears relentlessly begin to fall

What have I done?

Is my life really that bad for me to be so defiant?

Maybe I’m better off dead?

With a heavy heart, full of guilt, I begin to reach for my suicidal weapon of choice

When suddenly, I felt throbs at my feet

I looked down, picked up my phone, and I cried out

“Mommy, please help”

“I don’t know where I am, who I’m with, or how did I get here”

“I’m locked in a restroom naked and afraid”

Voices call out to me by another name as poundings create a terrifying noise at the door

I sit in the corner eyes closed with my hands covering my ears, praying asking God to protect me

Suddenly, the noise ceased and the door slowly opened

Trembling with fear, I built up enough courage to open my eyes and face my doom

To my surprise, I saw my savior

Hurt and disappointed by my life decisions, but always to my rescue

I see the one person who loves me unlike any other

My rock, my strength, my joy, my mother

                                                                                                                                                              

Written by: The MeSSenger