This poem is basically for all those people who criticise themselves and the basis of their criticism is sown by the the thoughts of other people. So according to me instead of letting them detoriate themselves daily, we should make them aware of their talents and yes, every single person…
This article uses the Old Testament Tabernacle to take a different look at Thanksgiving, Christmas, and Easter. It also helps Christians that are struggling with whether or not they should celebrate these increasingly secular holidays.
All I could see was bright light abundant shining around me.
Everything was pure, I heard a voice soft and serene ask me
"What Have I done". I Replied with discontentment explaining
She said to me, reaching for my hand. There was a soft wind,
blew my turbon…
They always made sure to tell me I wasn’t perfect. Maybe they whispered it to me while I was sleeping, or communicated it with there dry, loveless gazes. No matter how they told me it was always clear: You are flawed...
My Li'l Black Box
There is a secret home I go
only where pain won't roam
it's called my li'l black box
where my past can't call home
Life I've known
without a home
I will always roam
my li'l black box I call home
'Til my boys come home…