Thrilling Them with Kindness
Souls mourn.

The lightning mirrored the souls mourn
Angels tarried around the surrounding
Watching the lights fragments and rays
Notions and figments of imaginations flash
Praying and kneeling
Begging and pleading
How can I continue this way
What does all this mean
How can I keep my wits about me
Help my heart heal
It is being ripped to no end
Sure you can damage and thrash away
I'll slip away without physical damage
How much better do you feel when you imagine
Tell me does your pride float
Are you happy
In the mirror, you are still just as gorgeous
But what pain are you hiding
It feels better to wrong me instead of writing me
We suffer in silence while you giggle and jester
Healing us may come with a tick or tock
But at least I'm still alive while you dig an emotional grave
This turmoil and tribulation shall pass
While you'll be choosing the next victim for an egotistical fix
I am growing colder by the moment
I am normally full of fire and radiance
Again, my life is torn to shreds
My mirrors are struggling with the stability
The intensities of our surroundings are smoldering my fire that once fiercely burned
Those entities had to be disrupted with internal casualties
With the capsizing cataclysmic nature, the naysayers and doubters were enveloped
Oh you can and you will succeed
No doubt©
This is dedicated to my Goddaughter. Don't you let them steal your joy and your fire. Baby girl, life throws you curveballs. Catch that thing and strike them out. Know you have always been my angel. You comforted me in a very big way. You may not see it now, but my strength comes from my babies. I have pushed and worked my tail off for you guys. The beauty of it is you all have taught me different lessons. I may sound like some lame philosopher right now but soon you will understand what I have been teaching you. Please don't follow my flaws; only follow my successes. I love y'all dearly. 😘
About the Creator
Sharita Cormier
Guys, I am a performer, singer, and writer. Earth has been extraordinary for me. Hiking through this place is intoxicating. Music, words, and fire feul my existance. I have two associates degrees. Completing the third is a task in it's own.
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