Sister Mayen,
peace be unto you.
I feel so exhausted.
It is not because I am 42.
My weight? The evil curses
from brothers under spells? The evil curses
from an elder Witch sister? The evil curses from covens, paternal marine demons,
The battle
to belong to God?
The battle
and everything
changing foundation involves? My weight?
All of the above?
Why I'm so tired, fed up?
It's so perplexing,
so exhausting.
Sexually frustrated?
Frigid? Indifferent?
Never felt, it, never will,
no energy to try to feel
the desired isn'ts
and active is's!
Unhappy? Aren't we all?
happy for me
was going home to mom
Now, mom's with God.
I'm happy she made it,
but home is so gone.
Complaining? Justifying? Tying? There is nothing
I can ever go through
that will make me deserving, my life is not my own,
gospel truth!
Humbling myself at all times,
before the Most High,
is not always fun
If you could see
my state of mind
I'm sure, you'll far away from me, run.
It's noisy in there.
Wisdoms competing
with smarts and
foolishness lurking
in dark corners,
calculations are constant.
Very loud reminders.
Placing my actions
only one step ahead
of all my saboteurs.
Utterly tested.
It's like a nightmare,
where you fight off snakes
of all sizes, in a library.
In an old house.
Inside strangers you know
and friends you don't,
Not them but devils,
accusers, lying in wait
for my precious soul
Sister Mayen!
I can't unravel.
I can't unwind.
I can't explain.
I can't communicate
this situation.
There are no words.
There is no inspiration.
There is only trust
in The Word,
I cease, It becomes.
I walk, but He moves me.
The Just, you know,
shall live by faith
Sister Mayen,
I wanted to ask,
Before I got carried away,
How goes it
that side of the valley,
How have you been?
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THE SECRET OPERA HOUSE
PoetryTHE SECRET OPERA HOUSE is a poetry collection of meditative thoughts and simple rhymes; there are very long poems, short poems, dramatic poetry for drama or performance poetry, and free style essays. The poems all have either christian or romantic t...
