Let this be my warrior cry. If life is a battle field I will fight. I am in God's army. I will be on His side. My battles are His. Let me put on my armor. I will stand my ground. I will fight with God's righteous love, not against the seen but what is hiding underneath.
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Dreams Fighting Reality is a poem I wrote a while ago. I recorded it as a poetry reading back in 2014.
My dreams danced away together from my very own reality. Like ballerinas trapped within my mind They danced away so I could not find the love I wanted; The love I wished was mine. Yes, my dreams slowly danced away when reality told me he was here to stay But he seems to have strayed because here comes my dreams on this new day. My dreams once again dance near by as I force my reality to be mine. Because this fight for what is right, what is fair and what must be has left a hole deep inside of me so I fight to keep my dreams and I fight to change my reality
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Life is a dance, swirling and twirling moving all around. Life is a journey, learning and growing moving all around. Life is a battle, striving and fighting moving all around. Life is always changing as we dane on journey on fighting our battles as we stand our grounds.
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I've been in battle with the word all my life. The hard distant pews were too hard of seats for me. It meant too much then too little. I saw the rules as chains so it's funny that when my soul breathed church is where those chains were broken and I was truly set free.
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What do I do?
sit in anger
in grief
waiting and watching
the ball of angry twine tighten?
What do I do?
Scream and shout
about the beauty that was lost
wallowing in my heart
about how it was unfair?
What do I do?
Watch my soul grow dark
and my heart breaks
What do I do?
I write
pushing off the anger
wiping clean the screams
that want to creep out.
I turn the light of my soul
to shine bright
and move on.
What do I do?
I continue on
I laugh at the poem that comes out
and smile
I get to write even more.
What do I do?
I win the battle
that rages inside of me
 I first wrote a lovely little poem about aging and being loved. It was sweet and happy with the repeating line smile and play. Well that obviously did not want to be published and wound up being deleted some how. That is where this came from.
I hope you enjoyed this and have a wonderful day remembering you don’t have to be angry when your work winds up being for nothing.Â
Always smile and know you are loved.