The Overcomer
About the t, my t, yeah to that t is its game over. I’m digging up a grave for, then placing that t in, and burying it 6ft under. Finally done, finally won, finally found the freedom and that victory over. It was a hard fought one. Its outcome is now my trophy, my reward, and badge of honor. I was once a slave to but now I am one that is master over.
The world has changed,
Deny it, and you will be left behind.
Each era has its own time,
Yet ruin comes when one refuses to let go.
The old cling to their ways,
Thoughts too rigid to follow,
Rules too outdated to guide us,
Yet they call us reckless for moving forward.
We, the young, carve a new path,
So we do not inherit the same suffering—
The pain you wear like a badge of honor,
The wounds you boast as wisdom.
But in all your cries for change,
You betray the future with shackles of the past.
You demand we leap into your struggles,
Drowning us in the same sinking mire.
Do not mistake our defiance for ignorance.
We refuse to be bound by your ghosts.
The Universe presents its toughest tests
To its strongest warriors, who stand the best
Not for the faint of heart, but for those who can face
The fiercest battles, with a steadfast grace
For it knows their strength, their courage true
Their ability to rise, after falling anew
It pushes their limits, their will, their soul's might
To refine their spirit, and bring forth its light
Through trials and tribulations, they find their way
Through the fire and the storm, they emerge anew each day
Their scars, a testament to their inner might
A badge of honor, for fighting through the night
The Universe puts its toughest battles, on its strongest soldiers still
For it knows they'll rise, and its cosmic plan they'll fulfill.
A badge of honor
To suffer for His goodness
And righteousness' sake.
“How are you doing?”… (sigh)… “Busy”… we hear and say it all the time
Wearing our busyness as a badge of honor while stuck in the grind
Why are we are always moving like we have somewhere else to be
Perpetually pushing forward as the world swirls under our feet
We constantly craft our calendars only to arrive at those moments
To realize our happiness is still lacking the necessary components
Constantly spinning our wheels without stopping to ask our destination
Maybe it is time to consider updating our mode of transportation
Swapping the future for the present to stop scheduling and lean into today
Savoring the slices of life that are on our plate right now that will soon go away
Realizing that joy already resides closer to home than we think
But make sure to catch it though since it will be gone in a blink
Just like this vessel, we all bear
Marks of struggle, signs of wear.
But beneath the surface, deep within
Lies the essence of who we have been.
Like a glass that has fallen
And shattered upon the floor.
You gather together its pieces
And hope it can be restored.
A jigsaw puzzle, a mosaic of colors.
Carefully rebuilt, one part against another.
Showing the beauty that creativity can weild.
Love the glue with which it is held.
All its flaws and imperfections
Make it even better.
You can only create diamonds
With extreme heat and pressure.
We like this vessel all have our scars.
Our traumas and experiences, uniquely ours.
We all are broken in one way or another.
It's what's inside the vessel we need to discover.
So let us embrace our cracks and dents.
For they are the marks of life's events.
Each one is a memory of a lesson learned.
Each one a badge of honor we have earned.
Our flaws the colors that paint our designs.
Don't be ashamed,
we all have cracks.
Yours are just different from mine.
Much like the “cracker jack prize”
At the bottom of the box
As candy lore goes.
That unique badge of honor
For those who would dive deep
To grasp the brass button.
Beware this lure full of
Deceit.
Along the way you may yourself
Delete.
In this life I'll give more than I'll ever receive
I wear it as a badge of honor, and bare it on my sleeve.
What is love if it don't hold the pain and passion from my youth
That we learn along the way as we find our destined truth.
I sit alone, my eyes wide shut as my thoughts run it's wildest
Is this my life, is this a curse? or am I vaguely well and rounded.
Am I forsaken or am I chosen these are the questions I ask myself
Cuz the future can be iffy and my present needs some help.
But still I stand for the souls who feel down trotted and wholly broken
I give my hand and my heart so that theirs will remain open
I need no gift no praise or platform because I love to see Ya'll win
Even though that they betray me, I soldier up until the end
I may be dumb I may be blind and yes I may be left behind
To them I bless on to the next no regrets and never hide.
I love the wrinkles upon her face
Each one completes a story
Of a time when we were younger
Living life in all her glory
I love the gray hair on her head
Each caused by a new worry
That we conquered as a team
For which we need not be sorry
I love the age spots on her flesh
Each worn like a badge of honor
I’m aware of each new award
God selects to pin upon her
I love the creaks of her bones
When she bends to sit beside me
Each note adding beauty to the song
Played by our tandem life calliope
HONOR
i once knew a philosopher
who knew nothing
-- it was his badge of HONOR.
:: 11.01.2022 ::
Trials and Tribulations of a single parent a job a man/woman
normally doesn't get credit for. Tasks never finished, A long
winding road, twists and turns,never a dull moment, sometimes
heartaches and pain.
Outbursts of laughter, unwavering , unconditional love, Unknown
strength without a book on single parenting a shero, a wearing
a badge of honor.
Down from the mountains to the north,
Came a soldier, born and bred,
Seeking food and shelter,
And a warm and comfy bed.
His was a life of hardship.
It showed upon his face,
And in his eyes there gleamed a will,
That fear could not erase.
He'd battle scars a-many.
He bore them, wore them proud,
As signs, a badge of honor.
That no shame could becloud.
He was a soldier, tried and true,
Who stood strong with his brothers,
And fought for God and country,
Kept the enemy from our borders.
A stranger now he felt alone,
He was so tired, so weary.
All he wanted now was home,
And to be treated fairly.
The wind whipped 'round his shoulders,
As he stopped beside the door.
And as he walked into the room,
It felt same as before.
He took note of his surroundings,
As is a soldier's wont.
He felt their stares as he approached,
And waited for some taunt.
A chill that never rode a wind,
Gripped him as he waited,
Till someone offered him a seat,
And the chill abated.
This was the home he'd left behind,
To fight for and defend.
It felt so good to be home at last,
With family and friends.
Another day of living, with no high speed crash,
Focus on the future, and reflect on the past,
Live everyday in beauty, and let the sunshine in,
And thank the Lord above, for removing all the sin,
Support from our brothers, our family and our friends,
And pride for myself, for letting Christ step in,
Wear that badge of honor,and motivate the weak & shaky,
Giving thanks for resurrection, while enjoying this gravy,
Life left to live, not just topping for this supper,
The most real thing I've heard, the cross he hung to suffer,
To forgive our sinful ways, so we can love in peace,
What a wonderful day it is, knowing there is relief,
And a purpose for my life, in my heart and my future,
No matter how deep the wound, Christ always has a suture,
To stop a bleeding heart, and to even out the beat,
And Easter was the day, he rose back onto his feet!
Easter Contest
Regina McIntosh
She became a symbols of American pride,
as she made her run down the tracks.
Those big drivers turning eight wheels
and smoke pouring from her stack.
Pulling cars from Chicago to Memphis,
on across that Delta Land,
running down to Baton Rouge and over to the Gulf Coast sands.
She saw the Yellow Dog run where the Southern Cross the Dog
ate shrimp in New Orleans and ribs from a Kansas City hog
She pulled corn out of Illinois and a load of wheat to sell
Rumble on down to Mississippi on the Monday Morning Rail
The engineer, with his hand on the whistle,
keeping the train on time.
His schedule became a badge of honor,
As he ran the railroad line.
He rolled through village and town
then turned the throttle loose,
A hundred tons of solid steel, a
hundred cars and a caboose.
She was called “the future of America,”
Before the diesel took her place.
She kept her date with destiny and lost
In the final race.
History has told the story of an era
that has come and gone,
A hundred years of running the rail,
the steam engine has sung her song.
I’m a man of constant sorrow tripping over guilt and stress
I wear my guilt as a badge of honor, lord, I’m a total mess
Even the day I was born, I was mother’s little miracle of mirth
My guilt runs back through hundreds of years, another time and tuff
It goes back into an ancient land to another impoverished time
Surly, I can blame my great, great Grand father and that Irish blood-line
I live in a world of misery, i’m troubled with lonely cries
Wondering, around in a world of privilege, I can hardly recognize
My father never won a title just a share-cropper on a farm,
The most he ever gave me to boast was a strong back and arm
I can say one thing in my defense, and that’s without a doubt
This world of privilege I’m living in, is wearing my old body out
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