digging for truth

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In a world full of lies

It’s easy to become jaded

while digging for truth

leaves one exhausted

Makes me wish

we were as honarable

As we think we are

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The Proposal

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Unbeknownst to her, and out of the blue

A lover from her past

Said hello, and made his presence known

 

It began with humor

For that was safe

And he liked to make her laugh

 

Her smile still charmed him

And her eyes held the light of stars

Yet her lips, her kiss, never left his thoughts

 

She looked at him and knew he must be single

For whence their relationship ended

He always sought her, when there was no one else

 

When the hurt and anger subsided

She had convinced herself

They could be, friends again

 

And nothing more

 

Good conversation is hard to come by

An intelligent spark

A righteous humor not common

 

And yet, here he is again

Another girl, another broken heart

Will he ever grow up?

 

But he was not the same

As he was when they first met

Now he saw her, a gift, and he hung his head

 

Dare I try? Oh what a fool I was

Her fire enticed me

The curves of her body, my respite

 

I did not see her

Not for who she truly was

And now I do

 

She’s the one!

I’m sure of it

Now, how do I convince her?

 

She thought it odd

that he asked her forgiveness

For it was given long ago

 

Surely he is acting strange

I have no time for games

What does he want?

 

He shared his tale

Of his lessons and woes

And revealed that he indeed had grown up

 

Respect rose up within her

For the man she saw now

Yet, something was amiss

 

Carefully he spoke

Each word an affirmation of her worth

Even admitting of his foolery

 

And then, he said it

“I love you” and have been for some time

Give me a chance, I promise to make you happy

 

Did her ears deceive her

A profession of love?

Oh he knows the right words to say!

 

Sincere and truth

Did he doth speak

She pondered all he said

 

A piece of her heart said “yes”

While her gut said “no”

Oh what to do, what to do

 

Give me time, I request

To think about

Your proposal

 

She eventually told him no

Told him twice

Yet he persisted

 

Though she longed not to hurt him

Nor disrespect his heart

But she could not feel, what she had, so long ago

 

Indeed, his proposal was

All that she ever wanted

What she longed to hear

 

Yet now she gazed upon him

And knew she could not love him

The way he deserved

 

So thrice she denied him

Though painful it was

To tell someone you love. . . .

 

I’m not in love with you anymore.

 

 

 

 

Progress Report

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Well, first things first. I have passed a milestone, and have gratefully been on WordPress for over a year. That being said, I am going to give myself a small pat on the back. Mostly, because I have put one foot in front of the other in a forward direction, and had a little faith in myself, that I could create something worth reading, with words.

Yes, I know, I’m certainly not going to compare myself to the likes of J. K. Rowling, Anne McCaffrey, C.S. Lewis, or George R.R. Martin, but it is a step in the right direction. I often find myself battling work fatigue, self doubt, self- discipline,  life in general, and time management. Most of these of which, I am most proficient in, in my professional life, which currently pays the bills. But, you see, I have this “but” that keeps coming up when it comes to my writing.

I have often wanted to have a mentor. Some one to challenge me, encourage me, or just tell me what I am going through, is normal.

“Writers are not normal, and never will be. We are story tellers, with the gift of gab, flare, and perception. Into a world most people never see, yet they live in, everyday. Writers are braver than they think, but oftentimes don’t know it. The trials and tribulations you face, are part of the growing process. You, just have to commit, to NOT give up.”

At least that is what I imagine the wise sage would tell me.

Are we hopeless, we dreamers? So full of dreams, worlds, and stories, that someone wants to read. No, that someone needs to read. If even to be reminded, we are not alone in the journey we call life. Do you ever wonder? Well, if you have any truthful words of encouragement, I’m all ears.

And if any of you are in the same place I am, I will be happy to reciprocate. Quite the many few of you, inspire me with your amazing touch with the pen! You put words together like PB & J. And I, am in awe.

 

Blessings Diamonds

Keep Shining

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It is times like these I wish you were by my side.

Your insight, into my day, would be a sweet delight.

My head upon your shoulder, where I can hear your heart, and inhale the scent of you.

This is the home, my heart longs for.

 

You do not live in my country.

But from across the sea.

I know not what you look like.

However, my heart will know you, once we meet.

 

It is not your title

Nor you money I need

Just a place beside you

Not a you and I, but we

 

 

 

 

Passing the Test

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Before the breakthrough

There is always a test

A distraction

That catches us off guard

 

Oftentimes, we don’t see it coming

Will we take

Less than what we asked?

Or settle, and wonder what if?

 

Keep steadfast in thy gaze

And remind yourself of your goal

Not all that glitters is gold

Or is the answer to your call

 

Pay attention to your spirit

Let peace be your guide

Fear not the doubts of others

Or the naysayers tongue

 

For the test is yours, not theirs

And how you fare

How you choose

Determines if you pass or not

 

 

Breakthrough

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I have fought to be myself.

 

And I will no longer pay for a crime I did not commit.
My past is just that. You are the ones who abused me.
Yes, you know who you are.
The scars you created are vanishing.

And no longer allowed to poison my heart, my mind, my soul, or my future.

Your actions could have destroyed me.
But God had a plan.
Yes I am broken.
Yes, my soul has changed. . . . . . For the better.

Because in my brokeness, God made me beautiful.

I am who I am.

My light and grace are strong within me.
I’ve been through the fire.
And came out possessing my own.
What the enemy meant for harm.

God took it, and made me a warrior.

 

Is it True?

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Ever wonder what happens when you make a wish?

 

It is said

That it will come true

If you believe

 

But how can we believe

In something we haven’t seen?

 

Oh but you have

 

You saw it in your heart

And if you don’t doubt

It will come

 

But Beware!

 

Imitations arrive

To confuse you

So be clear

 

For our wishes, are our prayers

The Unanswered Prayer

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Oh, how I loved him

Or so I thought

He had my heart

Yet, he asked for it not

 

I tried to prove my worth

In action. word, and in deed

But it wasn’t enough

At least, not for me

 

I could not blame him

For decisions I made on my own

Yet, my heart was broke

More than just a groan

 

I prayed, I asked with all my heart

That God would answer me

However, no answer came

Only my tears, and my disappointment

 

But one day

As if with new eyes I saw

I knew, I was a gift

That he just couldn’t see

 

So, I said my goodbyes

And cried my tears

Not sure what to expect

Amongst all my doubts and fears

 

But God knew

And He had a plan

It’s hard to debate the divine

Even though we try

 

Funny how our logic, falls short

When One knows best

So, I will thank Him

For my own, Unanswered Prayer

 

Knowing I won’t have to strive

Or lasso the moon

To receive the love

From His best!

 

 

 

A Little Adventure

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I am not sure, what inspired Bilbo Baggins

To go on his adventure with the Dwarfs

 

Is it a curiosity

A longing to break free

Of our comfortable lives

To discover something new

About the world, and ourselves

 

Each step, brings us closer to a new discovery

Of truth, that could not be seen

From whence we were

 

The shadows of the unknown

Require a determined step

To discover what they hide

Oftentimes, it is not pretty

Nor is it safe

 

But what is safety? Anyway?

And what are we hiding from?

 

Ourselves?

 

Thank goodness!!

That a tale can take us

Where our feet may not go

 

Some call it courage

Some go to escape

But each time we go

We never come back the same

 

May I always look

For the untraveled path

That my eyes may see

And my heart know

All that is truly important

Whenever I go on , A Little Adventure

For my soul

Bears it’s best fruit

When I do

Quotes to Inspire

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