Hate was never welcomed here.
Yet he forced his way into our home
He stormed in with dirt caked to the bottom of his shoes. tracking muddy foot prints.
And luggage that took up too much room pushing Love and Understanding to live in the attic.
We didn't mean to let him linger.
We should have sent him on his way at the thresholds
But before we knew it he had already unpacked.
He was here to stay.
An unwanted guest and intruder in our bed! He frequently called his friends distrust and pain over for dinner and they feasted on our intimacy and friendship.
We could not cohabitate someone had to go. We couldn’t devise a plan together to remove him so sadly I moved out on my own.
About the Creator
shanelle fontaine
Shanelle Braxton is a wife, mother of 3, and a teacher. I’m also a worship leader in a gospel group The Fire Choir! I love to write and it’s my favorite way to express myself!
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