Love Driven Deep

Behind this window, this pane of glass.
It makes me wish I could shatter though and hold you.
If I had to cut through my flesh to get to you, I would.
If only it weren’t so in between us.
I can’t stand knowing a sheet of glass is the only thing within our way.
The only things keeping us apart.
Oh please, let’s shatter it and make a scar of love.
“Crash!”…I’ve shattered it now.
I never knew I would die from this piece
That just happened to cut right through my heart.
It pierced so hard and drove so deep.
I couldn’t even survive long enough to see you and touch your smile,
After going through such extreme to get to you.
What happened to love? Why didn’t it bring us together?
Love is supposed to save us.
Maybe it died when I went through the window,
As the jagged edge sheared my heart.
Is this what your love does to everyone you hold?

5-7-1991 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
God is my hero.

Challenged Hearts

Save a tear for me
And wipe away my blood.
Only through my broken window,
Can I escape the flood.
Reach to the sphere above,
And avoid the careless fall.
When you feel the agony,
Do not try to call.
Nails of sand beneath my feet
Touching those at war.
Could you survive the destiny
We all have seen before?
Walk away and taste the sweat
Falling forth to speak.
Do not try to overcome.
You will always be too weak!

3-8-1991 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire
God is my hero.

Buried In Love

As the rain to the soil,
My tears are pouring down.
My knight has lost the battle.
He lies here on the ground.
I cannot wake his wounded heart.
He will not lift his eyes.
Oh, my soul is aching now.
My heart is paralyzed.
Someone take away my pain,
And restore the life of my knight.
My world could never dawn again.
I’m imprisoned within the night.
By his side lies his sword.
I draw it back to lance.
I fall upon his lifeless soul.
We become a buried romance.

3-4-1991 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire

A Writer’s Reservation

Who do I write to?
What do I write and why should I bother?
It’s not like it’s really all that important.
I should title it to God.
He cares.
And He’s always listening.
That’s what I like about God,
Even when I can’t talk or write,
He still hears what’s going on in my heart.
And as only He would know
That’s when I need someone to talk to most,
But am reluctant to talk.
And sometimes even convince myself
There’s nothing to talk about.

1-2-1991 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
God is my hero.

You Are My Strength

He’s throwing away my papers.

Why? – I’m not sure.

But I’m not stopping him.

It’s just old letters to guys I wrote,

but never gave to them.

So in a way he’s doing something

I should have done a long time ago.,

but never had the strength to.

Thank you, son.

You may be only 2 years old

and not know what you’re doing,

but I love you for it.

You are my strength.

God is giving me the courage through you.

God does move in mysterious ways.

4-26-91 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)
Inspiration: My son Anthoni

Will They Leave Me?

What will my friends do?
Will they abandon me?
I don’t know what to do.
I don’t want to lose my friends.
I’ve never had any like them.
At any other time before, it would’ve been easier.
But not these friends.
They’ve cared all along.
They may not have been there every time I needed them,
but they tried to be there as often as they could.
Because they care. They really do.
I know God loves me too.
And I love Him too.
But why must it be so hard to do what’s right?
God is the only one I want, I know.
But I’m just going to miss my friends if they leave me.
I know you’re probably saying
if they’re my friends they won’t leave me,
but they are just as hurt, confused, and lost as I am.
They need someone to care and understand,
to be patient and love them
even when they aren’t doing so well.
We’re all human.
I just want to love and live for God
and still have my friends.

3-30-91 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

Why Can’t I Sleep?

Why can’t I smile?
Why can’t I sleep?
I just need to shower and need rest, but I can’t.
It’s like a more than difficult thing to do.
So many things are on my mind right now.
I can’t even figure out which one matters first.
I just know I love God
and oh – how I keep sinning.
I am sick.
and of dirt.
But I don’t want to give up.
I know I can live right if I just try.
I just feel like I have no reason to fight,
or nothing to stand up for.
Yet I have so much to fight for,
and how I must,
and love
to stand up for Jesus!
Why can’t I smile?
Why can’t I sleep?

4-5-91 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

Sweet Tears of Love

Sweet tears of love from the maiden of youth

born to give her all, but never to tell the truth.

A skeleton within the family, one who has his way.

He enters through the darkness without a word to say.

The only message that he brings is to shame her life with filth.

Someone save this dying maiden from the man who’s full of guilt.

3-8-91 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

Stop The Ones Gone Mad

Four children in a home, violence overwhelming.
Strangers passing through, taking what they’re selling.
Flesh of innocence is invaded to satisfy the trash.
Parents aren’t of any help. They have too much to stash.
Locked in other doors in a home full of tears,
they’re taught to be as bad to understand their fears.

Home, someday, they finally came, but no one changed the scene.
Worse it got to be a child. The world was still so mean.
Teenage years… rebellion came, the young ones learn to fight.
And though they needed someone to trust, hurting everyone made things right.
School was such a drag at times, but came to be the key
to help them understand enough to let themselves be.

Now it’s all so many years that they have seen such crimes.
For growing into young adults was the way to escape the times.
Only through the love of God and the people he chose to send,
were the children able to survive and escape the heartache that will never mend.
So try to understand the note this little message has.
When your children are being abused, stop the ones gone mad!

11-25-91 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

Stolen of Breath

If I could change life,
there would be no death.
What is the sense of living,
if you’re soon stolen of breath?
Life is such a coy thing
with the way it likes to play.
Why does it look to be so cruel
by taking people away?
I don’t understand it.
I guess I never will.
To fall in love and die someday
can be the final kill.
So won’t you try to analyze
the results of even trying.
There’s no use in living
when we’re already dying.

9-19-91 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)
PS. This was written years ago from the hurt of so much loss. Especially the loss of my cousin Dean, who was just 19 and died a week before graduating high school.

One Last Shot

For so many months now,

I’ve denied you were even gone.

I can’t believe it’s really true,

or understand what went on.

No one knows the mystery

you’ve taken to the grave.

What made you find the guts to do

something that’s really brave?

Well, I guess I’ll never really know

just what it was that took

a beautiful caring young man

and made him go for the hook.

Within the night he took a shot

at giving one last breath.

But unfortunately fate erupted

and brought to him his death.

What will ever stop the agony

that fills a heart like his?

I wish I knew a way to change

the reality that exists.


11-23-91 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

Inspiration: Dean

Love’s Wounds Unseen

Pain and agony

within a heart so young.

Beauty upon the face,

yet nothing can be done.

The soul who gave her love away

to a man with a ring

in faith that he would never stray,

but support her fragile wing.

Laid beneath the knife that cut,

to give their child a breath.

To give to him the son he wanted,

she knocked on the door of death.

Through the many nights of tears,

she laid and cried in doubt

knowing that someone else was holding

the man who gave their love out.

Stricken by so many hands

of a lover who shared her life,

she was once a maiden in love,

yet became a battered wife.

Now even with the children grown,

she is careful to keep it hidden.

For their marriage is still sacred to her

because to the family divorce is forbidden.


10-9-91 Written by Gail Brookshire

(by the grace of God)


Upon this doorstep, I’m wondering where you are.
What happened to our life together?
To the love you wanted to give to me?
Why did you abandon me? I’m your only child.
What was so much more important
than an infant with your blood?
What was so horrible that you couldn’t forgive me?
Surely it was something I’ve done.
What was it that I did to hurt you?
I’m sorry, so sorry.
If you’ll just tell me what it was I did to cause you pain,
I promise I’ll never do it again.
Well maybe it was better that I not bother you
if I bring you that much heartache.
I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to love you.
I just did.
Live a happy life.
Your past.

12-20-91 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)



help me to survive.

I want to do it all.

I’m so glad to be alive.

Thank you for the breath,

the strength, the love, and the heart.

I want to make the choice

that will never drive us apart.

11-12-91 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

In a Slump

I can’t write anything.
Every time I start to write something,
I get in the middle of another thought,
then accidentally blend them,
and then they make no sense.
What am I going to do?
Writing is the only way I can express myself.
And if I can’t write anything,
I’ll never get anywhere with my feelings.
Maybe this is what they call a writer’s slump,
but whatever it is… it’s stealing my heart
and keeping me from sharing with the world.
And I have so much to share.
If only I could get it out.

3-19-91 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)