Word Stories

yesterday

by: Michelle Street

Yesterday I complained and whined about all that was wrong in my world
Today, I’m grateful – I’ve been shown what’s wrong the world.

Yesterday I was drowning in my thoughts – hopelessness and self-pity were my closest friends
Today, I feel close to those who I love and feel blessed by those who love me

Yesterday I was frozen inside
Today, I woke up, the cold melting, allowing myself to feel

Yesterday I was holding on too tight to enjoy you
Today, I jumped into the day, left the past in its place and saw you for the first time

Tomorrow I will start again.

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reckless

reckless, that ain’t me
at least that’s what i think
always thinking, planning,
trying to be ready
for the catastrophe
the one that dwells in my head, so heavy,
the one he uses to try and make me sink
down to the abyss of darkness
where he has dug up a hole
six feet under ground
lined with comfort
so that it calls out to me
to come and lay down
thats when he’ll shovel all those lies,
burying me alive,
trying to squeeze out my hope,
that crazy hope that only comes from light
but you see light beats out the dark,
so i guess he didn’t think it through
look again fool, that hole’s made for you.

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Word Stories

restore

I could not sleep. Tossing and turning I keep looking out my window to see if there is any sign of light. When is the sun going to come out?

Finally light. Not very much of it, but enough for it to be morning. Quietly I got dressed and snuck out of the house filled with peaceful sleepers.

My pace increasing as I walked, I couldn’t contain my urgency. Running as fast as I could on the rough terrain I slipped on a rock and fell. My hands and knees stripped of their skin, but had no bearing on my travel.

Sandals covered in dirt, sprinkled with blood from my wounds, I slowed my movement, for I had finally arrived. My heart thumping and my breath as if it had run out, I fell to the ground.

On my knees weeping, I see two pierced feet walk up to me. His pierced hands reach for mine and pull me into a warm embrace.

My hope is restored.

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Word Stories

Even Though

by: Michelle Street

Even though I love my children with all my heart, I still love men too and want to party. Such an internal struggle.

Even though I love the Lord and pray every day, I am still fallen. I am still sinful, yet forgiven.

Even though I love this man, I am still unsure. I will still react in destructive ways. I will still guard myself from the inevitable pain of loving someone so much your expectations become unrealistic.

Even though life is good… and I mean REALLY good, I still desire more. Lord, why is that??

Even though today is my first day of sobriety and I know the road ahead is going to be a hard one, the road I’ve travelled so far is pulling me so deep into darkness, I almost cannot see light. At least there is light on the road ahead.

Even though sadness and pain overwhelm me most days, outwardly I cannot falter. My kids deserve better. So instead, I’ll keep working toward the day that the inside matches the outside.

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Word Stories

Dream

by: Michelle Street

I lived every moment fully vulnerable, fully open to the possibility, allowing new love to overshadow past hurt. Every time was new and fresh … a clean slate. Two broken people, letting go long enough to love enough to mend the fragments.   Together, scraps were made whole.

Every time was untainted, filled with trust and honesty. Every time the bond grew stronger, the love cemented and I fell deeper. Then, fear and uncertainty were replaced with hope for a future. I stopped fighting it and finally gave in.

Then I woke up … it was just a dream.

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