Thursday’s Thesis

Though I thoroughly enjoy thumbing
Through a man’s nerves,
I think that it is thoughtful
To thank him for his work.
Throw him three thousand thimbles
And ask him to try that thing on.
He’s sure to try a thigh,
Or maybe the thought of those
Who are willing to compromise.

That’s thoughtless!
The thorn of thick thresholds!
For what the evil asketh of the wicked,
Has more to hold.
Thumb it up?
No- thumb it down.
The thought
Could bring you down,
Or take you under.
Then thunder.
That that’s that.

4-7-1994 Thursday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Creative Writing, Spring 1994
Taught by E.P.

Stepping Stones

The first time I thought of myself as a SELF I guess,
Was when I first realized I had something to hide,
Be ashamed of,
And something to fear from someone else.
Knowing others could escape it, change it, or defeat it,
Was something to make me feel like I was all bad myself,
And by myself in a world of good and bad people.
But also somehow I knew I was not guilty,
Had no reason to be ashamed,
And that even though I feared it,
As soon as I grew up I would defeat it,
And never worry about it again.
But also, in a little way felt like I was the only one who knew
Why I had nothing to be ashamed of, or fear.
It was a great, wonderful miracle of GOD to discover the world agreed with me
Because when I grew up it made me feel so much better about myself,
And about the world and myself getting along.
Now I’ve learned to love myself and others,
Even more, the best things… Life and GOD.
Life was what I hated, and GOD I never knew.
Now they are my favorite inspirations,
My only hope for survival and eternity in love.

Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: assignment from Creative Writing Class, Spring 1994.
Taught by E.P.

I Am Afraid To Tell ____ .

I am afraid to tell friends or others
About things that I’m ashamed of or regret.
I do understand that it’s the past, and that my friends love me,
But telling them things they couldn’t get past or comprehend
Can eventually cause a whole new struggle for me.
If I am over it, can deal with it, talk about it, write about it,
Or have anything to do with it myself,
Or when I have to with others,
I am quite capable of dealing with it,
Or living with it for the rest of my life,
Alone and mentally healthy.
My scary secrets, or simple regrets,
Need to go with me to my grave,
Or to the heart of a true friend.
Love life and let it be, it lets you be.

3-10-1994 Thursday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Creative Writing Class Spring 1994,
Taught by E.P.

Fear Is An Understatement For What I Feel

Fear is an understatement for what I feel
Towards marriage, love, pregnancy, and trusting someone forever.
There is nothing worse than being hurt
By someone you love or trust, or really look up to,
Except maybe losing someone to death or life.
It’s something we can’t take back.
I can’t be faced with the reality of it all, and hurt forever.

Some people think love can die while you’re alive.
I don’t think so.
Love is forever.
It doesn’t die.
If it does, that means it was never there.
My love is forever.
Just like God’s,
The best love of all.
The only real love!

3-10-1994 Thursday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Creative Writing Class, Spring 1994
Taught by E. P.

House of Memories

My favorite room,
In one of the houses I lived in throughout my life,
Is really outside.
The yard was always so beautiful, big,
And everyone could play, relax,
Or work in their own little world.
It was always easy to see the neighbors at home,
But you were so far away and in your own yard
That you didn’t have to visit if you didn’t want to.
I played in the street a lot, too.
I cheerleaded, played baseball,
Was a complete tomboy,
And lived behind the projects,
As well as lived on a street with a lot of children.

This house in particular,
Out of the twenty or thirty homes I lived in,
Was simply the enjoyment of
Having a lot of my most important life events
Happen there.
I found my first love, my first crush,
My first kiss of passion, my first of sex,
My first best-friend.
I only lived there three years straight
(the longest we had live anywhere),
But that was the nearest thing I had
To being permanent in my life.

3-8-1994 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: assignment from Creative Writing Class of Spring 1994,
Taught by E,P.