He's like the lightning in the sky each time I feel it near. The beauty of its pretty color sinks beneath my fear.
Life was laying on the floor.
Would mine be anymore?
I didn’t know… no one knew,
But I couldn’t even move.
All I could do was breathe.
So afraid I was dying, about to leave.
I was so scared, so stuck.
Was my life running out of luck?
11-1994
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: my first time hyperventilating years ago.
I’m so thankful for God seeing me through those times.
Thank you, C.S.
Dreams… I’m told are a moment
When God talks to you at heart.
And this I can believe,
Being as I’ve seen a lot within the dark.
Men have died.
Children cried.
And still when I awoke,
There was no one
To take the gun,
Only laughter for the joke.
4-1994
Written by Gail Brookshire
She’s a writer, but she’s trapped inside.
She wants to get out, but it all just hides.
Her feelings are her emotions, but her emotions her feelings.
She can’t just forget them, they’re still healing.
What she can’t share, she wants to so much.
But she’s so afraid of that painful touch.
What if she didn’t survive? What if she couldn’t make it?
What if her heart was broken, she just couldn’t take it?
She would hurt. She would die.
Just to let you in, she could cry.
It’s such a risk to take the chance.
She’s so in love, but afraid of romance.
What if she trusted you and then felt the pain?
The wedge of the knife would drive her insane.
Just give her time, she’ll someday speak.
She’s dying to share with you, but she’s just too weak.
3-26-1993 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Suddenly, I feel a loss.
A loss of something special.
Someone special.
Someone who use to live and laugh,
Laugh and love.
Someone who use to believe in wishes
And dreams coming true.
Prayers being answered.
Letters being sentimental.
Hope being valuable.
Someone who use to spend day and night
Praying and wishing that
Their dreams would come true
And hoped the letters would
Be the key to their romance.
Someone that I miss so very much
And wish that I could know again.
Someone whom I suddenly want to
Rescue from dying.
Dying inside.
I want to believe in her again.
In love.
But suddenly, I feel so incomplete.
10-1-1990 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire
PS. God is my hero! He makes me complete! ❤
Dying, I leave behind the ones
Who chose to melt my heart.
I leave a world of sorrowness
That destroyed me from the start.
Retiring, I leave behind the souls
Of endless cold deception.
I was born to die today
When I was brought through conception.
10-18-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
What’s it like to see the one you love
Nailed to the tree?
And to know the blood He sheds
Is the love to set you free?
How does it feel to know He’s dying
So that you will get to live,
And know you cannot stop it
When He’s the only one who can give?
What would you do if you saw His eyes,
And watched Him come to die?
This is facing the pierced Jesus,
So won’t you give Him a try?
10-18-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
Jesus Christ died for you.
What more do you want Him to do?
Die again? –
When you set the table, my plate will be on the shelf.
When you go to the movies, you’ll buy one less ticket.
When you go to open the presents on Christmas morning,
There’ll be no present under the tree from me to you.
I cannot defend myself.
I cannot see you smile.
Help me! I’m dying!
I don’t want to die.
I want to live.
I have so much I want to do.
And so much I want to say.
I’m too young to die.
All I want to do is care for the world.
I want to hold the children.
And mend the broken.
I want to wipe away the tears of a crying soul.
Please! Please! Don’t let me die!
I don’t want to die!
I don’t!
Please! Death is forever, Im not ready for it.
If I die, I’ll miss you!
I’ll never get to hold you again!
And worst of all, you’ll forget me!
Please! Please! Don’t let me die! Please!
10-11-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
PS. God is my hero! He hears my cries! He answers prayer!
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.
Life that is waning, wasting away.
Nothing can be done to save the day.
A body betraying the soul within.
A spirit dying, just giving in.
Energy fading, abandoning the owner.
Depression conquering the weakened donor.
Words that fail and muscles that faint.
A ruthless trial for any saint.
Straining relationships, choking bonds,
stealing the will to carry on.
This is the journey my loved one is on,
and I must watch until they are gone.
7-23-15 written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: my mom
It was horrible, what I saw today.
I’ve never seen a child die crying.
How cruel the world has become
to know a child’s death is from no one trying.
So small and fragile, a lifeless child
lying in its mother’s arms.
When such a terrifying thing happens,
it’s not surprising that it alarms.
This child had died crying for food,
and its mouth had frozen while open.
When I saw this on the media,
I couldn’t move I was so frozen.
What has happened to this world?
And why have we become so cold?
Our hands are not suppose to kill babies.
They’re made, with love, to hold.
I can’t forget this episode.
It was something I wish had not happened.
But I know we have to do something
because these children are what really matter.
4-24-91 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)
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