Tag: scream

My Silent Pain

On By gaillovesgodIn 20004 Comments

Scream, scream
At the top of my lungs.
My silent pain
Imprisoned by my tongue.
Bang with my fists,
My anger outraged.
I’ve pretended too long.
Time to get off your stage.
Glare with a look
That shouts, “STOP!”
I do not let your bubble grow.
I gladly poke and pop!
Charades and lies,
It’s all the same,
As friends and lovers
Within hidden names.
I do not care
If you dance.
I only avoid
Any of your romance.
You offer me treasure.
You offer me pain.
I’ve been crazy long enough.
I’m no longer that sane.
Crawl, crawl,
You retreat with regret.
I tried to warn you.
Too bad you forget.

7.26.18 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Don’t worry about it. I don’t.
PS. Sometime when I feel anger, I choose to put in writing so that it can come and go, Lord willing, with no consequences.. Better to get it out that to let it bottle up. God taught me not to go to bed angry if possible. And along the way He has given my far more joy… in Him! 🙂

The Family Will Fight!

On By gaillovesgodIn 2000Leave a comment

Family feuding over a will.
It’s enough to break anyone’s will.
Why must people fight and be so greedy?
Why can’t they love and help the needy?
Someone lived a life thinking of others,
And yet their gift causes war between sisters and brothers/
Fighting, cussing, it’s enough to make you scream,
Why do they refuse to work together as a team?
God, please, intervene and play referee.
Have everything as YOU would have it to be
Siblings and immediate relatives at war.
Don’t they know what inheritance is for?
It was the gift from the one we lost
To make our lives less of a cost.
Can’t they be thankful they were thought of
And let that generosity be enough?
Lord, I pray for our family as they converse.
Help us to think of the heart, not the purse.

3-15-2000 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: MKFL

A Plea to Live

On By gaillovesgodIn 1993Leave a comment

Stop! Watch! Turn on the light.
It’s got to be so fun.
No – please – Don’t leave me!
I’ll be the only one.

Someone locked me in here years ago,
And left me here to cry.
I’ve tried to scream for help,
But people just walk on by.
‘
‘You could at least leave some air,
I’ve been dying to have a breath.
Lying in this box so long
Is going to cause my death.

I want to play a little game
And live a little life.
But no one lets me out of here,
So I lose again to the knife.

They cramp my every aching muscle,
And suffocate my dreams.
I wish there were a way to escape,
But the thread has ripped its seams.

6-14-1993 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire