Thursday, September 29, 2011

Inked Truths

Sometimes sitting in a nice warm relaxing bubble bath brings about much needed clarity. It doesn't have to be at night. I know mine wasn't. I simply found myself in this very type of clarity filled moment at 8:30 am. As usual I had my journal and pen handy as I found that the urge to just write hits me at any given moment. Here is my Inked Truth. Enjoy

 BY Missy Smith
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The epitome of a dream at times becomes deferred
 Throughout one's senses comes silence
 Smells become obsolete
 Touches become non existent
 And the thrill of living becomes at times muted
 Betty Crocker never lived at my house so breakfast lunch and dinner was whatever that day the pantry had
 Sunday was the only day “True Cooking” took place
 Family gathering
Laughing, rejoicing
 But that was then and this is now
 30 odd years later and I wonder
 When did dysfunctionality become a part of me?
 Coerced into confusion
 Disillusioned by man's intrusions
 Into my private sanctuary
 Scurrying like scared rabbits
 Back into holes of dark
 Peeking out trying to catch breaks of day
 And I in the midst of it all sit patiently
 Inking my emotional truths

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Life, True Story

Today, many people suffer the affects of an illness in silence. Many are too afraid to reach out for help. To be told I know what you're going through is not the best method especially if you do not truthfully know this persons plight. Cancer, Lupus, Depression, amongst other illnesses takes hold of many people's souls and at times many recover but during other times many succumb. So if you know someone who is suffering from an illness of any kind remember sympathy is not what we desire, but rather support and love is what we demand. This is dedicated to all my sisters and brothers who are struggling with an illness and need that reminder of the fight. Creative Luv, Missy.

True Story,

I stood in your sea of confusion
Questioning yet refusing the answers
I was lost
Drowning in misery only he could save me from
But, but, but
I initially did not want saving
Accepting my plight I regressed
Became depressed and
Gave up
Gave up on me, him, life,
I lost sight of the fight
The light
The light that many often spoke of I saw
And within that light I saw me courageously fighting
And roaring and soaring
To that place of found
And from that moment on I promised myself to always fight

Until the last of breath is no more.