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Superhero Submerge

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Superhero Jesus by Deus- Nocte via Deviant.com

“You my hero, you already saved the day”

A sentence jumping into my thoughts when I saw the theme for the first Prompt Stomp of 2016. The line is from Trip Lee’s Hero Invasion, a song I listened to so much at university. It definitely made me pause to an extent that I stopped everything, staring at the wall. Reflecting. Thinking of a time that Jesus was my superhero and no matter what circumstance occurred, he was the one to my rescue. It was a true description of “the solid rock” because with him I felt an anchor.  Some call him an imaginary friend but I never had those, I have characters from stories as friends but I cannot recall having imaginary friends. He was real like the characters from stories.

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What Happen To Dreams?

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                             ÁWá photograph via Wikimedia.org

What happened to all the dreams as a child, the simple ones to develop a career, providing for myself?

What happened to the days of planning in a journal what I will do by age 25, 30 and so on?

What happened to all the fruits that should fall from hard work?

What happened to 2015 turning into my year?

The answers: NOTHING.

NOTHING good comes out of people like me, the people who be even mad at my struggle. Can you imagine people being jealous of a struggling, suffering person? Is that what the world has turned.

Then you have the ex boyfriend who messed up but will not leave you alone and his girlfriend who is adamant that you are the one who is after him. Someone needs a reality check.

This is not a piece for encouragement or inspiration. It is a frustrated words that need venting.

 

Lost In Translation

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Writing

I think you are the hardest prompt I ever attempted

but yet many will definitely consider you as the easiest.

I usually have you all polished roughly by Monday

but now my page still lay bare without you.

I read another’s entry,  moved to tears and

guilt because of what I have inside.

I  wrote a post,  raw, I password protected it

but even then my heart cried more,

so I deleted the post.

I did not want to write another but at the same time

I needed to write another.

Cogged by circumstances which I allowed to make me

ungratefully unthankful.

I sometimes detested the breath of life

so could you imagine my face at the mere mention of thanksgiving?

I am a lost cause, an art never flourishing yet decaying.

I am ungratefully unthankful, not as a boast

but a flame seconds away from losing a weak flame.


Week 7 of Prompt Storm

Everyone Needs a Cheerleader

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When your grade says a F instead of the expecting A.

When your house is no longer a home.

When the Jerry Springer shows pale in comparison to your neighbourhood.

When you jobless so long you wonder what is the point of adulthood.

When you question the point of  your university education.

When the bank, the bank wants its money.

When your “friends” disappear.

When your wife cheats on you with your best friend and the child is his(the best friend).

When your last pair of shoes is on the verge of elimination.

When the mortgage on the house is in 6 months arrears and your husband is dying of cancer.

When you are pregnant and your boyfriends tells you to abort because he does not care for a child.

When your pastor is having an affair with your niece and you do not know whether you should let his wife know.

When your daughter is in turmoil from the abuse of someone she trusted.

When your ex-boyfriend poses nude photos of you on social networks.

When you feel like that Maths class torments you but you need to keep at it or you will not graduate.

When you contemplate committing suicide because you feel alone.

When the doctor cannot diagnose your pain.

When you  feel your faith in God is tiring and your church feels like a battlefield.

When that women next door is threatening to expose your illegal drug past to your boss.

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My Journey

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My Journey

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I have the  earnest wish to do better

I must endure unto the end

And I  am saved.

I should always be good but it is my faith in Christ

As my personal saviour grants me salvation, for my

Bible tells me so.

Many times I wonder, actually ponder, really, really ponder whether I am at the point that God desires me.
There are so many tsunamis that are flooding my bloodstream with anti-Christ DNA.

The earthquakes are trembling, shaking and jolting my understanding to make me forget the word.

The volcanoes are corrupting my core into ashes.

Kindling burning flames into places that are not ready, ready to consumed.

As for the hurricane, it is ripping its devastating winds through my existence.

It is threatening to erase the contract  between Christ and myself

But I am holding on, not on my own but I am letting Jesus sail my ship.

Into any unchartered waters I roam he will steer me through.