Warrior

So very surprising not to cry yesterday. 

Grieving. 

Unending. 

And this morning, I bathe in your oh so

loving strong arms Daddy. 

Could I have actually made it through this particular storm?

I don’t know. 

It’s been so very long. 

This battle. 

Thunder everywhere. 

Resounding. 

I nearly didn’t make it through more  

than a time or two. 

I desired so desperately to jump off this round-and-round, here we go, where we stop, nobody knows. 

Insanity. 

If it weren’t for my living son, I would 

absolutely be done. 

Exit stage right. 

Lights out. 

Curtains down. 

Then I could be with my sweet sweet cheeks Alix. 

Momma misses you. 

But I must go on. 

For possibly, maybe this particular storm has blown away. 

This storm of strife. 

Battling my supposed sisters and brothers. 

      

Being judged by you, blamed for my circumstances. 

Told by you righteous leaders it was my fault he tried to strangle me. 

It was my fault he threatened me, stole nearly everything dear, then kicked 

us to the curb. 

it’s a downright miracle we have refuge. 

It’s not much, but it’s our sweet little home. 

I try so very hard to be grateful. 

Chase the bitterness away. 

I rebuke you envy. 

I am a Warrior of Christ. 

I must forge on. 

Be grateful for today and its blessings.  

Forgive the way you forgive Daddy. 

For I know you have forgiven broken me.