They shook their heads.They laughed.They turned their backs.They thought she’d change…
It’s the same old same old — He said, she said.No marks, no scars so he’s free and she’s wrong.Perception versus reality is…
Dedicated to all the church ladies and men who sow seeds they don’t reap, especially DS, JS, LM, MS, MS, RB, RB, RE…
Author’s Note: You might have noticed that sometimes I write something and then don’t publish it for a while. That’s to ensure I have a steady stream of material without spamming all of you.
I had to add something fresh to prove that after all the misery and education of the culmination of two types of awareness I was still alive and kicking.
While my blog has been faithfully publishing the old stuff, I’ve:
Author’s Note: I’m not sure I like this piece, but I promised some very kind people for every “trash” piece I published, I’d publish at least two “good” ones. It’s kind of a hybrid between poetry and essay. The Scripture references to explain my melodrama include the following:
The tears of a womanAre jewels from the hand of heaven.They are a down paymentOn a future of love, joy, and companionship.