Giggles The Poet Brenda Keough Poet Free verse

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My Temple

MY TEMPLE

God is my Father, he kept me alive
He taught me to think, taught me how to survive
He was with me through trauma, with me through death
And he kept my light burning, so I could not forget

He gave me this temple, despite it being maimed
By medical madness, and so many games
When I walked in darkness, he shown a light
And when I hit the ground, he gave me reason to fight

I crawled through the thorns, with papers in hand
God made me a poet, gave me a new name
Giggles, he called me, we are in this together
Believe and keep going, through the dark stormy weather

I wrote up a storm, when I felt most alone
And doctors made me a prisoner, I couldn’t leave my home
So, God kept on talking, although my body was maimed
And I kept writing it out, no two poems were the same

He gave me direction, gave me a voice
I stood up much taller, and made one big choice
I raged at the people who took my life away
And I vowed through my writing, that God would make them pay

Thirty-five years later, my home is my truth
It’s where I grew the most, training my brain for new use
I stand like a tower, and as I speak God’s name
I know through me and my writing, there will be a change…..

© Giggles the Poet
March 28, 2018
2:40 p.m.

Thank you Lord, I don't know where I'd be without you.  Each struggle only makes me stronger

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Honestly J.T. December 7, 2018 at 6:54 PM Cool poem -JT Giggles The Poet Brenda Keough December 10, 2018 at 1:34 PM Thank you angel, God bless and Merry Christmas....if you're looking for more inspiration you can subscribe to my cause and find many goodies...Hugs Giggles the Poet