Stagnant VS. Release Soul

For many years I had cried, and not everyone knew about this burden, I so suddenly hide away. My soul is not weak but, it has gone through somethings, which I only made me stronger. And each time negativity wants to attack me, I must release it, and turn it into something positive, just like this story. over a million of young girls, battle with self-esteem issues. And I have kept mines bury away... I was to afraid, to speak but, suddenly courage grew inside of me. And it has given me the strength to see myself in a better light. So, for many years, I wrote about tears, in my poetry, and that okay...my emotions are free from the negativity. And my words are now beginning read. I will continue to write in this form of release...this is what heals me when, I can not find positive medication to heal me. Especially, with this life journey of mines. I have been hurt, which created my water fall of tears that, has made me stronger. But, my voice needs to be spoken more, and that is were I am weak. I have the blood of the loin, pumping through my veins. But, the words I really need to say, stay strong inside my head. And I want them to come out strong, and not stay in my head. Please take me to: Wizard Of Oz so I can have, Courage, Heart and a Brain, to feel comfortable to speak...Words I need to speak!

In a world of it own

Sometimes I wonder, if I stop breathing, would my heart keep beating. This life is really a journey at times, I feel like I can not handle it. But, I must tune into my inner peace, to find who I really am. Some people will easily, mistake my kindness and, never understand what is truly going on inside me. I have fought to many battle, and I am still standing. And there are times when, this temple feels like, hell is burning through me. I have gone through, periodic tears behind close doors. But, I guess you did not catch that because you don't want to understand the true facts. I live with Hypothyriodism, and it mimic's other symptom's. Like, Fibromyalgia and other symptoms of its own. So, I have days were, I am extremely tired and just want to rest. And days were my body is, completely in pain. But, I still move the best that I can---I am the warrior that I am. Despite, Fatigue,Increased sensitivity to cold,Constipation,Dry skin,Weight gain, Puffy face,Hoarseness,Muscle weakness, Elevated blood cholesterol level, Muscle aches, tenderness and stiffness,Pain, stiffness or swelling in my joints, Heavier than normal or irregular menstrual periods, Thinning hair,Slowed heart rate, Depression, Impaired memory and Mood swing. Therefore, when I say: I am not feeling good, take it in considration's, and don' t say: Me too. Poetry Corner: This poem is a real life story about me, and millions of others who deal with: Hypothyriodism, this is our battles daily.But, we still move through it.

Heart of Steel

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Abstract work drawn by Katrina Smith ©May17,2018 I never through in my lifetime, that my heart would spill all over the floor. And that you would be the culprit, with the jab of your tongue, cutting my heart wide open. The devil shall catch his own fire, when his luck runs out. I will only speak the truth...it shall set me free. I am like those monkey's, I speak no evil, hear no evil. But, I sure see evil. You may think, you have broken me in.Like, a pair of converse sneakers. My heart is still beaten and, will not end on your watch. You can throw as many jabs as you please, these eyes may show tears. But, I will not give in, nor give up until god says when. You are my ring of frustration that, I try to break free from. But, you don't seem to catch on yet...you got your tail stuck in some cement, and all you can do, is yep and yap. But, I am not through with you yet. And when my tongue has reached for the glory, and you become fire thats, when I am through. And I can finally say: I see no evil.

Pride

Some storms come in quite, and some come in deep. I will never understand your hearts intentions, or what my life is set out to become...of you not letting me free. I'm done seeing the horns of the devil, and hearing the words that don't even relate to me. My heart has gone through...many storms with you. If I tried to speak to heal this hole, you will only dig in deeper, making this soul tender. I will wipe out all these labels. Like, Jackie Joyner Kersey... I have been trying my hardest to win, where I need to be. And you keep trying to break me, into believing otherwise. I will continue to plant many seeds, in my path, knowing that someday, I shall reach them without a hassel. And not feel like, I have been pulled straight from the ground...a weed. I can sense that my future is not that far, and I know you can too. So, why are you trying to hold onto me... placing labels were they don't need to be. Poetry Corner: The meaning behind this poem is: don't let anyone put labels on you, Let those labels fly above you, and keep on moving forward.

Broken Hearts

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If I am water, why can't I put out the blazing fire. My heart can not take the torching pain, and it can't even stand the water from the rain. I hold my hand underneath my heart, to catch every once of blood when it drops. You really don't seem to catch the point, in where Am coming from. Your Sclera in your eyes are dark, blending in with the Iris. And your mouth has been totally stitched up. So, you can no longer speak. You have become the devil's emperor, and jive to his every tune. My heart will only see what is true... I can not hold onto memories that belong to you and me. Therefore, I have chosen to disconnect from you, as I shall continue to pray to the Lord... he is my only source. Poet corner: This poem is written about, moving yourself from negativity. So, you have to find what is right for you. Artwork is owned by: Katrina Smith

Heartless

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We are unknown spirits

Until, we have been chosen to live in human form.

God has chosen the woman to carry the child,

and he shall be the one to decide whether a child breathes or dies.

I see no remedy in a heartbeat that has been broken

because of your choice not to love an innocent child, that has not seen the world yet.

Broken hearts are like shattered glass,

In which you can try to mend back together again.

But, there will always be a small piece missing.

vessels snapped, like a corduroy cord.

Loved ones patiently wait to hear

About the child that was brought into this world.

But, you kept silent, until this point.

Family and friends should be celebrating peacefully with joy in their hearts…

rather than feel as if their vessels have been snapped.

Can someone please tell me why a child that has not been in this world yet…

had their life taken away so soon?

When it came to writing this piece of art,

I truly felt the need to speak up

for the innocent lives that cannot have a voice for themselves. 👶👣

Together in Time

I literally want to scream at the top of my lungs. But, apart of me just want to remain cool. You really don't understand my situation,nor do you understand me. I'm constantly battling a challenge, I once was afraid to share with the world. But, now I'm finally setting myself free. And some people will not like, what they read. And that is okay because not everyone story will begin nor end with a happy ending. I hope whatever you read, you begin to find it within yourself, how will you conquer, your own battles. And not allow someone else to belittle you because you have not found your strength yet. You may have found your courage. But, still struggling to speak your own mind, it will all come together in time. Some days you may have it all, and other days you may not. Just don't worry because it will take time. Poetry Corner: I have written,Together in Time, for people who have a disabilities, or just for people who have trouble with gaining their confidence in speaking up.