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Strangers in Our Bed I

Here we lay nose to nose bare skin exposed, in the midst of a hurricane  that dares to destroy what’s taken us years to make.  We’ve soldiered through many battles, but this disease I can’t take in my home, not on my own.  I used to find comfort in being alone, well acquainted with the pain and the friends it brings.  Now all of the silence tells me to lapse and bring the long suffering to a cease.  Boy was I close.  Let me go back on the vows I’ve made and we’ve got a bigger issue to face, past the scars that are placed  on the most modest bodies in weak moments to escape.  Don’t know where to place...

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Beauty in the Struggle

I sing a song so beautiful, my ancestors can hear.  I bear their souls and anguish, yet my Savior appears.  To reminisce of times filled with trouble and here we stand reminded of the beauty in the struggle  and its piercing demands.  © 2020, Zion-Glory. All rights reserved.

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Garden III ©

Garden III   A new day opens, and I’m met with your grace  expecting to turn and see your face, rather the sun lays upon your place.  In this stage I’ve become complacent   with the absence of my ace.  I’ve spared the chase  of a replace that will never fill your space.  I collided so hard, lost track of pace, enjoyed the wounds it gave, plus pain is in my race.  I long for luxury.   These ideals of riches are controlling me.  Craving discounted love that fills me up, then leaves, mean thieves.  Later that night I was awaken from my sleep, my ears filled with your screech.  Your arms would touch mine, looking for some comfort and...

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Garden II ©

Angel wings adorn my door view a silhouette stands, he looks just like you. Pressed for time so I blink my eyes, too good to be true. I remember the last time we spoke, told me you’d be back in a few. Hours turn to days, days turn to years. Is my body too corrupt to acknowledge pain and the friends it brings? I’m real close with these tears just a natural response to immerse this pain back into my tear ducts, and there they will remain. On the verge of falling, and a breakdown is at stake. Apologies turn to blaming you for emotions you couldn’t fool. I even run rivers through my carpet. One memory relapses, cue the...

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Garden I ©

Devastation ties to grief  as this pain grows deep. I feel it in my bones, thought I could fill you with hope, now I’m alone.  It’s hard to grasp the time we’re here.  At some points we make connections as  goodbyes are near.  Scared, cause I know I’m unprepared for this goodbye I’ll have to endure.  I hate living in fear,  plus my destination is unclear.  Each day we take for granted,  thinking it’s debts were owed.  Thinking we’re the kings in these lives we hold.  We face the truth as it’s hard and cold, but we have yet to gain control.  Grief is steady and it feels like I’ll fold under pressure cause I know  the act is getting...

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