What Was Only Ours

Samson, you disappoint me.
You let me down.
After so many years of nurturing,
Of personally preparing you,
And giving you strength like no other.
After everything you have meant to me,
I have meant so little to you
That you would kiss away that strength
With the breath from your lips.
Words that betray.
Words that reveal.
Words that invite the enemy
To take you away from me.
You have given yourself over to them.
And when you have awakened
From your lullaby of love,
You will find yourself abandoned…
Chained… imprisoned… and alone.
And the strength you’ve come to rely on
Will be gone.
How you grieve me.
How you break my heart.
You have allowed evil to separate us
When I long to hold you so close
And wish you had trusted me,
That you had protected what was only ours.

12-9-2016 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Samson’s Secret Strength

Praying For Someone to Die

Praying for someone to die,
Is that even right?
Are there moments, Lord,
When it is more selfish
To pray for good health
Instead of sweet release?
How would we know
When You are calling to them?
How do we know if the crying soul
Is asking for mercy when we don’t understand?
And yet, who are we to play God?
Even if our hearts are wrenched
In sympathy for the hurting.
God help us to pray.
May the Holy Spirit teach us how.
May we listen and learn.
And may our hearts, minds, and prayers
Be more what YOU want.

4-16-11 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

Afraid of Being Abandoned Anymore

Afraid and alone,
You abandoned me.
You left me alone.
Just when I needed you,
You turned your back.
You said you would
Always be there for me,
But you were nowhere in sight
When my tears fell like rain.
There’s nothing left to do now,
Except be glad I made it,
And find a way to survive.
Hoping I heal.
Praying I smile.
Yearning to live.
Desiring to Love.
Maybe someday I’ll forget.
I’m already working on forgiving.
I have to forgive you.
You weren’t the only one to abandon me.
I abandoned myself.
I don’t want to be abandoned anymore.
I’m afraid I won’t make it.
It hurts to be deserted.

9-23-2000 Saturday
Written by Gail Brookshire

We Struggle In A World

We struggle in a world where children are dying to survive,
And there’s nothing we can do to keep them alive.
We sell their bodies and dope their brains.
We give them homes that drive them insane.
We clean out the alleys to service the rich,
To later leave bodies lying in a ditch.
We cancel the love to give the greed,
Caring not who hurts or if children bleed.
It’s sick. It’s insane. It’s way out of hand.
It’s something disgusting. I don’t understand.
Why are we here, if we’re only abusing?
Do you seriously believe this life is amusing?
I just can’t get it. I guess I never will.
Excuse me for living, I guess I tend to feel.

10-3-1993
Written by Gail Brookshire

Tired of Being Forgotten

Frustrated, am I supposed to be or not?
I don’t know if I wanna be mad,
Or if I should be,
Or if I should just break down and cry.
Certainly NOT!
I shall never cry over something as simple
As being forgotten.
I know it’s not so simple,
And I know it’s ok to cry,
But if I do I’ll give up
All my strength I have left to fight with.
People…
They don’t care what I’m going through.
They only care about themselves.
They have no thought of someone else,
Unless it is to their benefit.
But that’s ok.
I’m too caught up in my own worries
To be of any help to them.
So I guess we understand each other,
Or at least I wish we did.
Maybe then they wouldn’t forget me.

9-27-1993 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Feeling so unloved! Boo hoo hoo!
Awww! Poor little girl. Got forgotten and now she’s crying.
GROW UP!! No one ever asked for you to be put here,
So don’t go expecting things like acknowledgment of your existence!
PS.. The first part of this inspiration was how I used to talk to myself a lot,
And sometimes still get tempted to,
But God has taught me how to better love myself and others,
Because it’s all about loving Him, and loving others through and for Him.

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

Someone’s Dead

Someone’s dead, and everything’s wrong.
I know I loved him, but grief is strong.
Death is the victor in this game,
But everyone says there’s no one to blame.
A bullet in the mouth and out the ear,
It’s not an easy accusation. The killer’s clear.
Many won’t admit, as they only deny.
Some can’t believe, as many cry.
So how are we going to get past
The love we lost in him? Pain lasts.
We’ve lost many before, many just as close,
But we can’t accept what the world already knows.
Death, the suicide doctor, of the patient lost in darkness.
No one can help him once the doctor has given his best.
We walk away. The tombstone is written for swollen eyes.
The message to read, “As Free As The Eagle Flies.:

5-5-1992 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: My Cousin Dean Harris Lance
1-25-72 to 5-26-1991