SOARING BLACK BUTTERFLIES 🖤

The Mirror:

I stand to face myself..
I finally see the image of God's hand's.
I see the light shine through my eyes. Surprised? That I see the lies you told me..In which you attempted to snatch the heart of my very soul.. In order to make me feel all alone. There is no substitution for my emotions. I realize that I am a packaged commodity in God's eyes, with all your disguise..I will rise..I also, realize that even standing to face myself in the mirror is a miracle within itself.

SOMETIMES I WRITE:

Sometimes, I write and write,
until, I can write no more. I
write about the injustices in life, the people I see treated cruel and unfairly, I usually intervene on their behalf. They are human after all and deserve to be treated right.. Right?
Sometimes, it's hard to tell, when living on earth in someone else's created illusion..

I'm just waiting for the Director to say.. Action! Like, I said..I write until my mind empties out! I write to ease the pain..of seeing people in despair..They are human..Right? I mean.. To see people walk past "them" like they are glass is inhumane..Right?

I'm just waiting for the Director to say.. okay, let's edit that part. I care.. cut!sometimes,my mind has to catch up with my emotions.. Life sometime feels like...

S-L-O-W M-O_T-I-O-N..and I'm an observer of other's, looking into their lives with God's insight.. Outside of a window of PAIN..You, may be able to relate to this.. Sometimes, I write and write to keep from going insane..Right?

I'm just waiting for the Director to say..Cut! All actor's off the stage..and we step off the set to a World of how it should be.. Loving, Caring, Empathic, Compassionate.. a World not, a strategically created to be an illusion.
And Not made with God's hands!..Step in God your time on set..But, your not acting..they refused to listen..to your directions..You, said cut!! Many times, yet, they kept going.. and going.. and deliberately ignored you..

The Wounds That Eventually Show..
Are Healed!

You, are deeply wounded, you have been in many battles..No, not even the battles, you created for yourself, I'm referring to the fights, name calling, cussing, anger, evil, distortion of reality, hatred, yelling, crying, pleading and begging. You, weren't even safe in the Womb! My God!..

You were not even thought of..you, were carried..dragged for 9 months through your "parents" chaos, contempt..You, sweetheart were not even safe..In the Womb! That was more like a tomb..So, no wonder you, can't sleep..Insomnia? No, trauma!..You, felt every attack..every word, emotion, feeling, tear...You, were there dear, and no one cared. For, 9 months you were held hostage.. to unfiltered drama, You, had no clue..

You, grew up neglected and abused, You.. but, you Grew Up and you, promised God..When, "I grow up..I won't allow evil to destroy me.. nah, this time I will win.." Well..what did you win?.. My Soul back..! and the life I always wanted, has now began..No, longer from the Womb to the tomb, I snatched back my identity, all this time..I thought it was me, my love, strength, self respect and dignity was stolen from me..So, I lived guilty Scratch that I existed..hurt, broken and empty.

Why doesn't she talk..Talk to who?..for what? Who would hear me..Who would care???

Then, this feeling..comes.. at least I can still feel.. What is this..Okay, what is this..feeling..um..kind of low key happy yet, still, not over excited..yet, I feel..what..what.. is this?
"I Care.."Oh, my God! I mean literally.. God!!You, talk!.. to me..like you did when, I was little.. I knew you existed!! "That Feeling is..PEACE."
Thank you, Lord for my Peace.
I am forever grateful!

#YourHealed!

Thank you, for reading this..
Whoever, you are and wherever you are..don't allow your environment, people, places or things dictate who you were designed by God himself to be. You, are here for a purpose. This World..Needs whatever, gifts and talents you have.

Time to shine!

There is no way that I could have become the person I am without God's intervention. Some of my stories are my truth, some are about my clients, patients, strangers, students, angels, the devil.. life and poetry You name it! I can write about it!

NeverGiveUp!!

Thank you, God!! for the darkest days.
YOU SHINED Your..Light Into my Soul. and for the Brightest days..I felt it!Just having you there has made the difference..Because...My dark days no longer last long..and my brightest days last long enough to still have hope!🌞 God Thank you, for Lighting my life with hope!.. Thanks for keeping the light on in my Soul when there was none outsideof my soul!