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I've been away from PoetrySoup for a long while due to circumstances beyond my control, so I thought as a comeback poem, this one to be apropos. 

On October 4, 2015 my computer was hacked into and its harddrive destroyed, immediately following a so-called "private" conversation I had had with a friend, in which the person, a computer programmer from Sweden, didn't like what I said, which was in short and basically, he (stalker/hacker) could not control my mind or my heart, in spite of his accessing all of my communications through hacking into my computers and phones. I also expressed to my friend my anguish and frustration about him doing so, which also I'm sure hurt his ego. But if he hadn't been eavesdropping, he wouldn't have known any of what was said.

This hacking/stalking has been going on since 2007 and he's still gaining access to my phones, but no longer my computer since my computer now fixed and my art and writing data retrieved to the tune of $3000.00 altogether in damages, is no longer online. The device I use now for being online has no harddrive, another added expense. 

I have COUNTLESS incidents and mega data collected/saved of pointing to this person hacking, stalking, and invading my privacy, likely thousands, along with many witnesses and as well info provided to me, all of which implicate him and show over and over his pattern of behaviour. 

This all began on a website I joined, which he owns and programs. He threatened to throw me off the Internet, if I continued to tell and show with data what he is doing to me, which he finally succeeded to do when he destroyed my computer's harddrive. 

But I'm a survivor, I don't give up easily and I have my difficult-at-times life to thank. I'm reminded of the saying, "If the tough times don't kill you, they make you stronger" for I am a testimony to this being very true. 

To explain about this nightmare of eleven+ years in depth would take a book of many pages, which I will spare everyone of. I mention this here for two reasons: to explain my absense and in the hopes others will keep in mind that you can't be 'too careful' online. Please everyone be safe online. This is/has been a nightmare I wouldn't ever wish on anyone to be subjected to. God bless. 

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I am just a nobody with no fortune and no fame, But rich in ways many others wouldn't ever think to claim. Among His many blessings, I'm blessed with a Gift to create, To share with and touch others, to uplift and educate. But to be creative, to feel others' woes, address, God gave me a life of lessons so I could share, express. He knew I'd need material so I could carry out My purpose He designed without a shred of doubt. So, with my poetry, unique and a style all its own, I write from within, a place no one can ever clone. To acquire understanding in a way that's surreal, One must live and experience to know how others feel. Starting with my childhood, learning the cruelties of life And throughout adulthood, enduring much pain and strife, I've gained a wealth of knowledge about wrong and right, Bringing forth perspicacity in rhyme as I write. If with my poetry, one's expecting more in line with norm, One might be disappointed with its content and its form, For I do not write what and how others think I should, But mostly to convey a message, hoping that it's good. I only write in rhyme to give my words a flow; Free verse seems lacking of, my opinion, though. I like the added challenge throughout my writing time Of writing words with meaning AND portrayed with rhyme. My writing is direct, though not always pleasant, nice; Some may think too lengthy, therefore not concise. But truth and honesty can sometimes be harsh and severe And the delivery of, must be covered and as well, made clear. Meeting challenges in life has played a main, central part, Leaving many battle scars upon my, at times, weary heart. But through it all I've learned, we become better though, From overcoming challenges which we learn from and grow. When I say I am blessed in ways others wouldn't claim, It's because among my blessings, the atrocities I name. Living through atrocities forges a greater understanding, More inclined to be forgiving, less critical, reprimanding. Many reasons I have had too numerous to be counted To remain bitter and resentful, not overcome, surmounted; To justify holding onto grudges and be unforgiving, But a heart so heavy burdened can't rejoice in living. I've had many chances in life to provide me with excuses To accept in my heart hatred because of multiple abuses, But from a young age I've been determined to rise above By cultivating instead the opposite, the Elements of Love. Oftentimes, when with our life, we're dissatisfied, We give in and accept that our misery's justified. But just one adjustment, a change to/in our objective, Can make all the difference when we alter our perspective. When we understand why there are struggles in our life, All with silver linings in spite of stress and strife, We afford ourselves the ability to negate the negative, Transform it into positive to be wiser how we live. Not only wiser but more humble with our ego more subdued To be more considerate of others, instead of callous, rude. We're all a work in progress with each our own path to carve; Who we are, become, depends upon what traits we feed or starve. We all make mistakes and they're our best learning tools. Those who acknowledge this become the wiser versus fools. We all have attributes to help make the world a better place, But if we do not bring them forth, we, ourselves, disgrace. I am creative too as an artist with paint, pencil, brush, But this creative field brings a different type of rush. There is beauty all around us God has so richly painted, That even the world's ugliness can't ruin, make tainted. Since with animals and nature I've always felt at peace, Accepted in His world of wonder, God's Masterpiece, Through my art I try to capture the beauty I still see, Hoping to remind others of the wonders God made to be. Being blessed by God with the Gift of Creativity, My gratitude's immense; I cherish most reverently. Being given such a Gift by the Master of Creation, All praise goes to Him with my absolute adoration. Written by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly ©2017-08-08 09:25:00 (EST) All rights reserved. Featured: 2018/03/25

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Date: 3/23/2018 4:26:00 AM
"When I say I am blessed in ways others wouldn't claim, It's because among my blessings, the atrocities I name.". For me, this was the star in your poem. It was really beautiful. God bless you. Keep it up.
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Artsieladie Sharon Donnelly
Date: 3/23/2018 4:22:00 PM
Thank you. It's in our darkest moments we can see the brightest light. God bless you. :)
Date: 3/22/2018 10:17:00 PM
"Absolutely beautiful and breathtaking creativity, Sharon".. I really enjoyed reading.. I am so sorry to hear about your awful experience.. It's all behind now.. Welcome back to Poetry soup!! As I am new to this wonderful website.. All the best to you Sharon!! God Bless!!
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Artsieladie Sharon Donnelly
Date: 3/22/2018 11:36:00 PM
Thank you and thank you. Glad to be back. It's been a rough experience for sure and I wish it was all behind me. But as difficult as it is sometimes to live with, my determination to enjoy my life is greater. Welcome to PoetrySoup! All the best to you too. God Bless! :)

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