I surrender. It is time to create. If I keep telling the same story I will keep attracting that energy. After so much personal change I have grown. Now is the time to Celebrate Triumphantly the innumerable possibilities that pushing through pain to healing has provided.
I perceive my past much differently now, and it no longer has the ability to imprison me. I am now creating and living my authentic life. At first fear of the unknown had me paralyzed. I really have no choice but to blossom. If I don’t move forward I will die not having reaped the benefits of all my hard work. Now is the time of manifestation. Now I get to be living proof.
So, I wont taking down the blog. I am creating another page that will be including poems that tell the true story of this new life. The cycle of survivor is over.
God gave it to me
So I could give to you
This poem is not mine
It is Sara’s and Michelle’s’ and June’s
It belongs to Mamie and Bertha and Cara and you
Marjorie’s sews a song for you in this poem
We all belong to this poem
That god gave to me to give to you
Love is this poem
Built on struggle and knowing how to suffer
Making ways where none could be found
With god’s help our feet hit the ground
Morning and in mourning
Loving us through to dawn
Know the backs this poem was built on
Strong is this poem
God gave to me to give to you
So you would know through our smiles
And humming of the hymns
That with the break of day
A way from no way Is made
This poem that God gave me to give to you
Says if Bertha and Mamie, Cara and Marjorie
Made it over
You can too
by mozayik “the souls’ poet”
The Souls' Poet 