Because once in a while
The voices are real.
The stories we tell.
The hurt we feel.
The voices are real.
The stories we tell.
The hurt we feel.
Tuesday, April 21, 2015
When the stars start falling down,
And it seems like you're not around...
He will light the sky so bright,
Shining His wisdom ever tonight.
When the birds come singing alone,
He'll give us hope and strength in knowing what is known.
How we get there will be irrelevant,
As long as in each other we find our strength.
There will be the ups and downs,
The times when we'll want to frown.
However let us not forget,
The future awaits and the better it'll get.
Inshallah.
And it seems like you're not around...
He will light the sky so bright,
Shining His wisdom ever tonight.
When the birds come singing alone,
He'll give us hope and strength in knowing what is known.
How we get there will be irrelevant,
As long as in each other we find our strength.
There will be the ups and downs,
The times when we'll want to frown.
However let us not forget,
The future awaits and the better it'll get.
Inshallah.
Friday, May 16, 2014
Monday, May 12, 2014
Shattered
The home of shatter
Turns black upon arrival
A dark cloud hovers while
Self esteem is at an ultimate low
Suicide walks as the
Pessimism grows.
Depression visits often
Anxiety begins to grow.
The home of ruins
Is not meant for you and me.
Step aside.
Give yourself space to breathe.
The door of help is still open.
But the door of hell is eternity.
Those who latch onto the shattered,
Will become shattered inherently.
Turns black upon arrival
A dark cloud hovers while
Self esteem is at an ultimate low
Suicide walks as the
Pessimism grows.
Depression visits often
Anxiety begins to grow.
The home of ruins
Is not meant for you and me.
Step aside.
Give yourself space to breathe.
The door of help is still open.
But the door of hell is eternity.
Those who latch onto the shattered,
Will become shattered inherently.
The Heart
It takes one to know one
Perhaps that is why
He has placed me in great danger
Placed me in harm.
When I placed complete surrender
And laid myself in His arms
He comforted me dearly
And took out the poison from my heart.
Here you are years later
Feeling this tug of war
Something I removed myself away from
Nearly a decade ago.
At the time I doubted myself
Thought I'd never see a brighter day
But His promise is true
To those who see no other way (than the right path).
Dare I say I was scared and worried.
Scarred and bruised too...
yes people will talk
And you will have the blues
But the Feeling of true freedom
lies with the heart
When the heart crumbles and melts
It gets a new start.
Begin your thoughts in His name
Rather than his...
A new day will come forth
And doubt will go away.
Perhaps that is why
He has placed me in great danger
Placed me in harm.
When I placed complete surrender
And laid myself in His arms
He comforted me dearly
And took out the poison from my heart.
Here you are years later
Feeling this tug of war
Something I removed myself away from
Nearly a decade ago.
At the time I doubted myself
Thought I'd never see a brighter day
But His promise is true
To those who see no other way (than the right path).
Dare I say I was scared and worried.
Scarred and bruised too...
yes people will talk
And you will have the blues
But the Feeling of true freedom
lies with the heart
When the heart crumbles and melts
It gets a new start.
Begin your thoughts in His name
Rather than his...
A new day will come forth
And doubt will go away.
Til Death Do They Part?
Silent are your struggles
Silent are The screams.
When help arrives
You look surprised.
Dazed confused fallen
Your life has taken its course
Or so you think
Pictures of girls dressed in pink...
Flash before your eyes
Again you tell yourself lies
Saying everything will be OK
When nothing is.
You search your mind for answers
And come up blank.
Not a purpose,
Never does he thank (you).
He is your everything.
You are his no one.
He has used and abused you
For his own well-being.
Married as a child,
Those feelings of permanence
They don't leave,
But your heart bleeds.
And now you've made this decision
That til death will you part
Rather than moving on
But do you ever wonder that means you rather be gone...
Silent are The screams.
When help arrives
You look surprised.
Dazed confused fallen
Your life has taken its course
Or so you think
Pictures of girls dressed in pink...
Flash before your eyes
Again you tell yourself lies
Saying everything will be OK
When nothing is.
You search your mind for answers
And come up blank.
Not a purpose,
Never does he thank (you).
He is your everything.
You are his no one.
He has used and abused you
For his own well-being.
Married as a child,
Those feelings of permanence
They don't leave,
But your heart bleeds.
And now you've made this decision
That til death will you part
Rather than moving on
But do you ever wonder that means you rather be gone...
Sunday, April 20, 2014
DTE and me
On a sticky August morning in 2008, I was driving sleepy-eyed to work at Wayne State University. I was newly married and decided not to take summer classes to give myself time to adapt to my new lifestyle. Going to work was my major chore for the day.
On my way I noticed there wasn't a stop sign at a cross-section which seemed bare. After looking both ways, I continued. Bam!
I was hit by a DTE truck. My car spun in 360 degrees. I was speechless and naturally began saying my prayers. This was the end, I thought.
After the car stopped, I got out and approached the other driver. "You hit me," said a 40-year-old or so man. He looked as puzzled as I was. He looked offended. His eyes questioned me. He spoke softly like a father chiding his child, gently but unforgiving.
I told him, "There was no stop sign. I didn't see you."
I called my husband who came with our insurance papers. A Detroit came to investigate the scene.
"My bosses are not going to be happy about this," said the DTE driver. His truck was dented. He pulled his truck to the right to avoid my car hitting him head on, he said. He was in my blind spot (too close for me to see him coming). He saved my life.
Two body-builder guys drove to the scene. They were the bosses. They asked me how I was doing, walked over to the cars and asked if they could snap pictures. Go ahead.
I told my story to the cop and to the bosses -- that I didn't see a stop sign. The cop and I walked over to the corner. The stop sign had been turned 45 degrees, in the wrong direction. It was also covered by long branches from a tree. The cop checked my documents, handed them back and left. He was kind and understanding. The bosses seemed satisfied with my answer and also took off. Only in Detroit.
On my way I noticed there wasn't a stop sign at a cross-section which seemed bare. After looking both ways, I continued. Bam!
I was hit by a DTE truck. My car spun in 360 degrees. I was speechless and naturally began saying my prayers. This was the end, I thought.
After the car stopped, I got out and approached the other driver. "You hit me," said a 40-year-old or so man. He looked as puzzled as I was. He looked offended. His eyes questioned me. He spoke softly like a father chiding his child, gently but unforgiving.
I told him, "There was no stop sign. I didn't see you."
I called my husband who came with our insurance papers. A Detroit came to investigate the scene.
"My bosses are not going to be happy about this," said the DTE driver. His truck was dented. He pulled his truck to the right to avoid my car hitting him head on, he said. He was in my blind spot (too close for me to see him coming). He saved my life.
Two body-builder guys drove to the scene. They were the bosses. They asked me how I was doing, walked over to the cars and asked if they could snap pictures. Go ahead.
I told my story to the cop and to the bosses -- that I didn't see a stop sign. The cop and I walked over to the corner. The stop sign had been turned 45 degrees, in the wrong direction. It was also covered by long branches from a tree. The cop checked my documents, handed them back and left. He was kind and understanding. The bosses seemed satisfied with my answer and also took off. Only in Detroit.
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