Maybe It’s Time

Maybe it’s time to quit.
Maybe it’s time to move.
Maybe it’s time to stop believing
I always have to prove.
Maybe it’s useless.
Maybe there’s no point in continuing.
Maybe it’s time to stop the self-abuse
And letting others use me.
Maybe it’s got to stop.
Maybe it’s got to break.
Maybe it’s just the ultimate step
My heart’s been needing to take.
God is there waiting for me,
And He sees everything I’ve done.
It’s time to stop the filthiness.
I only thought I was having fun.
God has been very patient.
God has been very caring.
It’s time to give Him EVERYTHING!!
And STOP this wasteful sharing!
I love you, God!

1-30-1992 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
God is my hero!

Crying, A Stress Reliever

Crying is such a stress reliever.
Especially when you think it does no good.
For it’s when you feel it’s for no reason,
That it does more than you thought it could.
It helps the hurting lighten up
When you’re too exhausted to breathe.
You feel a lot of tension ease
Just by letting your tears release.

12-28-1992
Written by Gail Brookshire

Life Is Passing Me By

Everything is going, going,
Almost gone.
How can I stop it?
Or just hang on?
I can’t get the message.
The point is so vague.
I can’t figure out
The mistake I’ve made.
What have I done
To lose so much?
What’s taking away
My magical touch?
How can it all
Just fall apart?
I know I can still love.
I feel it in my heart.
Somebody help me.
Saving my dying life.
I just want someone
To break the strife.
Soul searching… help.
I’m quickly getting weak.
I can’t take the emptiness.
My eyes begin to leak.

12-22-1992 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire

To Do a Favor

She once asked me, “Brenda Gail, would you mind to do me a favor?”
“Yes,” I replied.
“Oh! How wonderful and so sweet!” she exclaimed, as she gave me a hug. “That is so beautiful!”
“What?” I asked. “To do you a favor?”
“You said yes,” said she. “You just said yes instead of saying what, or what is it. You were willing to do it just because I asked. You weren’t concerned with what you would have to do, and didn’t even stop to think what would happen to you, or what would you get out of it. I asked if you would do me a favor and you just said yes. Thank you. I love you for that. It shows you love me too and that no matter what I ask of you, you would be more than glad to do it, with no questions asked. “Thank you.”
She had such a smile on her face when she said it. I felt so warm. I simply replied, “You’re more than welcome.”

12-21-1992 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: For you, Mrs. Chamberlain. I LOVE YOU!

What Else Could It Be?

Marked by God, am I?
Plagued for love, I only cry.
It’s not the right I have; it’s the way.
It’s for my sin, the price I pay.
Washed away by flowing blood.
What’s the reason we abuse His love?
God is all and all is He.
Why the plague of misery?
He’s the answer; He’s the way.
God is the only thing to say.
We give Him praise; we give Him shame.
When all else fails, we’re to blame.

12-11-1992 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire

PLAGIARISM

Plagiarism is not the creativity or talent of a person’s writing ability,
But the stealing of a writing or ideas
That are not the creation of the person being given credit for it.
A poem in a magazine may have been the result of plagiarism.
The person who sent it in may have copied it
Out of a book or other magazine,
Just to get the credit for writing it.
A music artist may have produced a song that was plagiarized.
The song would have been credited to the music artist on his or her album,
But was stolen from its original writer.
A motion picture movie may have been the creation of plagiarism.
The film may have been created by the ideas that were stolen
From a writer’s script that had not yet been published.

11-13-1992
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: When my English Professor and friend JS told me and a fellow classmate/writer that I was prolific, I thought she was trying to insult me. She smiled as they both laughed at me, and she explained that she was saying I had innate writing ability. Again I thought she was insulting me.So again they laughed, as she explained that I was born with the natural ability to write in meter, rhyme, and form, even without training. She said it was refreshing to read writing that she knew was not plagiarized. She had to explain that as well. I don’t know who was more surprised… her that I did not know the definition nor that people did that, or me to think anyone would steal someone else’s life experiences or thoughts when they have plenty of their own. She challenged me to write on it.

When I Was Pregnant

When I was pregnant, help came from an unexpected source.
The family I expected to lose was tickled
And eager to help by being there with me through it all.
My friends were there for me as well
By taking me out and listening to me when I needed to talk.
My sister went to all of my doctor appointments,
Became my labor coach, and went to my labor classes.
My grandmother, my mother, and friends
Threw me a baby shower at 8 months pregnant.
When my sister went into the hospital with me,
They would not let her go into the delivery room
Because they had to put me out to do an emergency c-section;
However, I still consider her to have been there all the way.
With the way everyone celebrated in my room for 4 days,
I sometimes wonder if it wasn’t the best thing to ever happen to me.

11-9-1992
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: My English professor J.S. gave me a challenge to write on the best thing to ever happen to me. It was easy to think of my son. I honestly believe God used him to save me and my family from ourselves. We were a very dysfunctional family torn apart in different places. As an unwed teen mom, I thought it was very normal to be disowned by your family, and thought life was only going to harder, thinking even that to be normal. God surprised me! My son Anthoni brought everyone together, and changed our family and our lives forever. People who knows us today, but did not know us then find that hard to believe. That is what God can do with a testimony. God is my hero!