The quiet calm
The quiet calm levied my mind after
several sorted attempts to quiet my
thoughts quiet the traumatic events
I sprung into action complete medication
management while continuing to journal
losing time hours I supposed turned into
days as talk therapy riveted a downward
spiral picking myself up somewhere between
love and hope balanced by the creation of joy
one of my fondest words after all I am named
joy six grand daughters named joy one daughter
and my lovely cousin i created joy as my theme
for surviving I am Africa's joy I am a rainbow
tribe of joy spirited souls of Italian Cherokee
women from the trail of tears I often reflex on
my ancestors how many tears to create a river
streams flowing throughout the mid west my
tears became from a lessor place as hope sprang
up from threads woven into a quilt of love I began
to remember to love myself more to remember the
women of my Cherokee tribe today knowing
I've come along way after begging god to allow me
to end my own life before my stalkers killers violent
offenders and identity thieves got the chance what
a beautiful blessing the violent offender who tried
to kill me after the help of my church family i relocated
the victims in her path are enormous blood was
everywhere as she stabbed five persons over a
jealous phone call you could hear her scream I'm
going to kill him taking down victims slashing women
men finally captured serving four years after over
20 violent convictions a severe repeat violent offender
actually jealous of me one of my ex husbands cult
females like one of Charles Mansons females thank you
Jesus for protecting me from these violent offender
I AM SAFE I AM AFRICA'S JOY
Copyright © Yolanda Joy Nicholsen | Year Posted 2024
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