Where I was Found


In the beginning. . . . . .


There is always a beginning, and an end

But often

We do not know

Which is which


I can only tell you

That of the truth I know

For me

It was in a dark place


Ashes and dust

The earth held me firm

Then heat and fire

Did cause me to find


Through  adversity

And Pain

My aim was much higher

And hungered for a larger space


But it was strong

Yet gentle hands

That found and lifted me

From the darkness of my mind


Sheltered me

Gave me truth

My name and calling

Thus removing my disgrace


And that. . . . .in the humblest of places

is where I was found

My purpose and destiny

Now entwined


my secret place



It was not  a place of wealth,

Nor a place of poverty

but simply a space

to be myself

without judgement


The light always shined there

no fear of my beliefs

just me and the presence

changing the atmosphere

bit by bit


musings #1

Tell me that I matter

That my absence gives you pause

Then I will know

Indeed, I have a purpose

Though neither great or small

which door is mine


they say the grass is greener on the other side

or not

that if you water your own

it will flourish


but what about doors

most of them have no windows

only keyholes

if their older


doors are made to keep people out

yet we look for the open ones

but beware

not every door is yours


so when you have a choice

which one do you choose?


the one you have the key to

digging for truth


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

The Proposal

Close up of antique love letter on parchment

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


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

a future glimpse


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


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





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.