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I tried to draft a poem to gain your approbation.
But time and distance got in my way.
I tried to write the perfect prose to demonstrate my skill.
But the memory of standing before a rose covered coffin
Left me silent and enraged!
Isn’t it odd how time and distance can distort perception?
Change remembrance,
Warping sad memories, blackening our feelings
Where our unworthiness might dwell.
It is not a type of weakness when communication goes awry.
Misunderstandings can lead to anger.
Clinging to resentment
I wear the wounds, still unattended and raw
seeking correction, repentance, awareness is all.
I did not notice the consequences as this became hearts home.
A self-imposed prison awaiting invisible adjudication.
Waiting for contrition or recompense.
Old offences may be sins of omission.
My heart cannot bring them out of my cell.
Gracious forgiveness is the sad recourse left.
I must stand arm and arm with them now,
And release the debt they will not pay.
I suppose it is latent forgiveness that slows this poet’s pen
And I fall to my knees, bowing my head,
Seeking God’s Grace again.
Please do not hold me within those claws of unworthiness
As if your judgment alone DEFINES me!
Get out of here, you little baby,
You don’t recognize what’s good for you!
Push away the peas,
But you’re still going to have to eat them!!!!
Your fresh eyes glanced easily upon stupidity,
No, not stupidity—merely mistake!
An innocent, mind-begrudging mistake!
That, yes, I admittedly made. . .
This is not even a scratch on the surface—
Not even a soft powder-pat on your tiny balls
That little trip up you witnessed,
That you misconceived as smart-alecky trash,
That you automatically assumed was ME,
It was YOU
So, rest easy,
I mashed the peas for you:
My heart is pumping with what you will never know
I am bleeding along the surface of your hardened exterior
I am a silly mistake in the form of a slip of the finger—
An acquitted mistake
That I will never make again
(trust me on that one, OLIVER!)
With all the efforts of justification,
You rest your eyes with utter annoyance upon me now
For that human, that CHILD standing there,
Smiling in the light like a sunburned baby’s ass
Is nothing but a diaper-filled disruption—
A **** disturbance uncalled for
But is adequately named, the one who IGNORES
The moment I looked at you, Oliver
I was certain of a sweet heart
It was in your eyes—a trust of kindness so genuine
So attractive you were,
Full of newness—a shiny toy that remains in the box
Limited edition (emphasis on limited)—exclusive….
By Destiny’s pacifying distain,
She taught me I could be crushed of dreams
The moment I fall on my face—
That people are not always who you think they will be
That I could be utterly and undeniably wrong in the good I see
And God, you sir, are so deliberately ugly to me!!!!!!
How’s that for an ETERNAL impression?!
*Sorry guys. But I needed a raw rant off my chest. Love you guys immensely. If there’s an Oliver that reads this poem on here, I promise I am not aiming this at you babe….just had to make that clear…. XD *
IN SHAME
When I was a little girl father brutally beat me down with such severity, and humiliation, causing me to hang my head down low in unimaginable shame.
When you saw me in public, I was so intensely misunderstood defeated and defaced; but you only looked at my shameful head down, never bothering to try empathy.
When you didn’t ask what was wrong, I felt absolute aloneness in that I could not recount the horrific details of my life without feelings of devastating loss and unworthiness; it was safer to keep my head down.
Still, today, I consider myself a mere passing shadow, meaningless to this earth, so I remain head down with the deepest shame yet, as I breathe in poison that may cause my demise.
After all the battles I fought and survived, I fear this one is my last with head down praying for God’s mercy, forgiveness and His rescue so that I will not perish in this ill-fated manner.
I implore God not to see me with grave disappointment but to graciously pardon me, and though I still cannot raise my head without shame, nonetheless, He will raise me up to the Heavens.
Finally, I remain tragically sorry for my failure to break free of this tormenting mental anguish, however, I beseech GOD and All of you to see my courage and not my failings but instead be proud of me that I fought this long, lastly I plead that you always Remember My Lonely Wounded, but Loving Heart…
I, remain, Sincerely Yours, Diane Perna
winter is whispering to me
'Be Happy'
my initial attitude is
'be snappy'
then a Lesson From God sneaks up in my ear out of nowhere
'how would you like to be greeted in return'
after wrestling with my thoughts, i chose to try a new and freshly different approach
i returned all greetings with a smile
conversations actually lasted a while
i gained new friends and New Perspectives by the mile
i was introduced to a new song, a new outlook, and a new style
winter is whispering to me
'Look Up and See'
it is then that i wonder more deeply what it would be like to
'Be Me'
then another Lesson From God sneaks up in my ear out of nowhere
how do you define Feeling Free'
so on a count of three
i hit the ground on a trial run degree
i found MySelf Rewarded with unexpected acceptance
gone is my internal feeling of unworthiness and ineptness
January 29 Scripture Meditations Based on Numbers 1-5
Key Verse – Numbers 1:50 But thou shalt appoint the Levites over the tabernacle of testimony, and over all the vessels thereof, and over all things that belong to it: they shall bear the tabernacle, and all the vessels thereof; and they shall minister unto it, and shall encamp round about the tabernacle.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR THE PRIVILEGE TO MINISTER
Thank You for the privilege to minister, helping others, thru Your calling
According to Your purpose-sealing…
Despite my unworthiness in fulfilling
Still, You enable me to be willing.
Thank You for the privilege to minister, helping others, thru Your commanding
According to Your definite instruction-feeding…
Despite my incapacity in heeding
Still, You drive me by Your prodding.
Thank You for the privilege to minister, helping others, thru Your charging
According to Your precious Word always encouraging…
Despite my weakness in faith-plunging
Still, You push me toward deeds that are life-changing.
Thank You for the privilege to minister, helping others, thru Your preaching
According to Your immutable precepts with valuable teaching…
Despite my shyness in beseeching
Still, You come to me with Your mercies’ reaching.
Thank You for the privilege to minister, helping others, thru Your blessing
According to Your bountiful provisions indeed unceasing…
Despite my weariness in pressing
Still, You pull me to strive for good works’ increasing.
Thank You for the privilege to minister, helping others, thru Your exhorting
According to Your divine plan with heavenly profiting…
Despite my frustrations in goal-setting
Still, You let me stay in Your will of blissful worship-meeting.
January 29, 2022
I am grateful for the Youngman you grew and developed into.
However, we both know that growing up wasn’t always easy. Living with parents who always demanded what they thought was the best out you, and the person that you were at the time was full of fear, uncertainty, confusion, limited belief systems, unworthiness, and loneliness. Always feeling like you had to gain other’s approval in order to be accepted then feeling guilty and wrong on the inside if you did not get the acceptance and approval from others. You were young innocent did not know any better. your only true companions were the fear and silence of the void. I understand and have nothing but compassion for you when it comes to all the obstacles you went through with your identity, finding your voice and standing in your own power rather than giving it away to people places, situations, and circumstances you had no control over. But you overcame all of that by not only reaching out to like-minded people but also by discovering the things you where most passionate about and saying no to the things that were not in alignment with what is deep inside your soul, find your own unique voice and share your story with others who resonate with your messages.
It began when a woman by a pool,
suddenly became fearful seeing water
causing her stomach to churn.
Just from looking at the water—
not when it touched her skin.
The wise sage pointed to a spot
beneath her eye,
an acupuncture tapping point,
connected to the stomach meridian.
Tap there, he said. Just for two minutes.
The dread eased, and with it,
the fear or water faded
The sage then showed other places
on a map of the body, to tap to relive pain
and to ease anxious thoughts.
Side of the hand – eases resistance and self-doubt.
Top of head – clears mental fog.
Eyebrow (near nose) – calms fear, stress, and trauma.
Side of the eye – softens anger, frustration, indecision.
Under the eye – soothes anxiety and vulnerability.
Under the nose – releases shame and hidden guilt.
Chin point (below lower lip) – heals unworthiness and hesitation.
Collarbone (just below) – settles worry and fears of the unknown.
Under the arm – helps with insecurity and feeling exposed.
I write about the things I know,
The things that give me pleasure.
I write about the things I love,
About the things I treasure.
I write about what bothers me,
Which trouble and annoy.
I write about the things I hate,
Which rob life of it's joy.
It helps me to examine life,
To listen, look and learn.
It teaches me to deal with things,
Situations of concern.
It's good for our mental health.
It helps us to relax.
It relieves the built up tension,
When we express the things that tax.
Often things that bother us,
Never get expressed,
Because of certain protocol,
They must be repressed.
There's no place we can vent our rage.
No one wants to hear,
The mental and the physical,
Anguish of their peers;
So we hide it all inside,
Where it builds, ferments,
Because we have no outlet,
No place where we can vent.
Writing helps us vent our rage,
Our pent up fears and anger.
It enables us to speak our minds,
Release the prison of our languor.
It helps us see the beauty,
That surrounds us every day.
It helps us to appreciate,
And value work and play.
It teaches us to value,
The simple things of life.
The lovliness of nature,
The unworthiness of strife.
It teaches us to concentrate,
On that which pleases us.
To count our blessings every day,
Not that which stresses us.
It's not just an outlet,
That helps us to vent.
Writing also teaches us,
How to be content.
You see no parcels 'neath my Christmas tree,
no shiny paper, bows on ribbons bright,
take not this sight to mean that there won't be
presents bestowed upon this Christmas night.
For God has left me gifts you cannot see,
compassion, mercy, kindness, friendship true,
a generous heart, support and sympathy
and guidance in whatever I may do.
What love is this that covers my bare floor,
is my unworthiness rewarded thus?
These gifts are all I need, and nothing more
freely available to all of us.
Each year, each day they come, and without end,
these gifts from God delivered by my friends.
For far too long I have denied myself a life of joy, prosperity, and the understanding that I too deserve happiness despite my mistakes.
For countless years it seems I have mentally digested a falsified definition of who I am and allowed my potential to be malnourished-
feeding my mind with welcoming thoughts of unworthiness.
What of these thoughts of mine that encapsulated me?
What of these tangled webs of self-sabotage that stagnates my growth?
You see, there's power in the mind but that power could sway either way-
dominantly viewing ourselves with a positive perception or lack thereof.
However, between the two lies a balance of acceptance-
by embracing all of who you are including the imperfections.
So, no more will I hide within the shadows of self-doubt-
holding me hostage, unable to step into the light and dismiss the idea that I have nothing to offer the world
How dare me think less of who I am?
How could I be so oblivious to how special the powers that be have made me?
Of course, I'm not perfect. But who is?
Its my decision to be happy
It's my decision to LIVE!!!!