Blood Stained Memories

Death comes in such surprise,
In such anguish of pain.
It never releases the heart.
Blood left only to stain.
It’s striking how it occurs,
Darkening the light of the eyes.
The thief of a breath,
Yet the giver to agonize.
One could not release them self
From the chains of a graveyard bed.
For this is the calling of a sleep
To keep them only instead.
Words upon the tombstone
Aren’t really of any use.
They same as with the eulogy,
They’re just a poor excuse.
Caskets are a deadman’s ride,
Yet a coming that will take
All the young and naive hearts
And teach them how to ache.

1-24-1992 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Sucker Punched by Life

Her spirit lay crushed on top of those steps
along with her very weakened legs.
Her struggle to find anything to hold
was as hard as it was to breathe in such cold.
Trauma and pain became very good friends
reducing her to such hopeless ends.
God sent two soldiers to hold her up.
They were so kind while being so tough.
Inside, they helped her to reach her goal.
The whole ordeal had taken its toll.
In anguish she sobbed. In shame she cried.
Her words of resignation she could not hide.
How broken she is and defeated as well
by the very knees that weakened and fell.

2015 written by Gail Brookshire
For my mom (Brenda King) who fell today.
She is so broken! 😦 Jesus, please help her. Amen ❤
PS…. It has now been 2 years since this happened, and my mom passed the same year. This was such an incredibly horrible day for her. She had fallen up the steps and was stuck in a position to where my stepdad and I could not help her up. She had to lay like that till the emergency workers got her up and inside. She never wanted to go out anymore after this day, which helped her health deteriorate so much faster. I hated it for her then, and I still hate it for her now. Life shouldn’t have to be so humiliating.