1 Writers Heart



Oración de Lágrimas

Aveces nuestras oraciones no son formadas por nuestras palabras sino lagrimas. Pero puedes confiar que Dios las entiende todas.

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Product of my Pain

It’s been one of them days

When I’m feeling some type of way

It’s one of them days when I don’t have anything to say

Them days when it hurts so bad you become numb

Days when life is a black hole sucking out all the fun

When my feet wanna run and I’m low on emotional funds

Bankrupt of the same love that I used as ammunition

Firing away and sharing with everyone who was around

But like a boxer on the 12th, I’m out of rounds

Unless you wanna start counting frowns

I’m losing my head while it sits on top of my shoulders

But my head is a top cuz my thoughts keep spinning

And on top of that, I think the other side’s winning

Lost in my own darkness, the only way here is the way I feel

And though I can’t describe drowning in a drought I know for sure it’s real

Using makeup to make believe I’ve got this, I’m made of steel

Truth is I need to heal and I’m trying to weather this storm like a palm

I’m losing my grip, I got sweaty palms

I try to console myself with the book of Psalms

But the words tear as my eyes tear

And I’m going through this alone because I’ve got all these fears

I don’t want anyone around

To see me with my guard down

Plus this is my winter but I may just fall

I worked too hard at fleeing from what I’m feeling to fall for anyone at all

Conversely, I wish someone would spring into action

And even though I’m not whole, and my heart has a gaping hole, if he could give me a fraction of his time

Not that I care about his sign but if he could add to my life, that would be sublime

It’s been one of them days when quiet thoughts break the sound barrier

Racing through my mind, the faster they go the scarier

I begin to question my path, this pain, my purpose

I begin to think my efforts are worthless

It’s one of them days when tears turn to streams down my cheeks

And form puddles at my feet

Then one of them days turns into a long week

I look in the mirror and wish she’d stop crying, but I can’t make her

I plead with the heavens and cry out to my Maker

And as I fade into this night

All remains dark but one candle light

Amidst all my doubts of one thing I’m sure

I’ll have my dawn, my morning I’ll procure

But time has been mean for this day has been long

And in the meantime, my black night has my white flag drawn

And with the blow of the candle to kill the fire ablaze

I sit back and think, It’s just been one of them days

Ticking Time Bomb

Ticking time bomb is the heart
on the verge of an implosion
Bottomless barrel with a capacity limit
It’s just so deep no one knows it
Each beat is a beating against chest walls
Pounding for freedom, swollen from unwept woes
An array of masks cloak true identities, true feelings, unspoken truths
In an effort to share itself, the heart exposed inner vulnerabilities
But rather than value the gesture, others became its tormentors
Using the heart’s weaknesses as their strengths
So the heart begins to tick, and a tick becomes a pulse, a pulse a beat, a beat a pound, a pound a boom, and a boom a flat line
Ticking time bomb was the heart
but it’s too late, it already exploded

This Giant and I

Heart pacing, mind racing both running in sync.

This silence is so loud I can’t hear myself think.

The walls close in, I’m enveloped in a cocoon.

Hiding on an island by myself, I’m marooned.

Too afraid to face my fears I’d rather turn around and run.

Too weak from all my tears I’ve let the darkness think he’s won.


Who am I to face a giant? Who am I to fight this war?

This opponent is defiant and my strength is on the floor.


No one knows my struggles, no one knows my pain

Why am I going through this? God this is inhumane.

Overcome by guilt, sadness, and feelings of defeat.

Before this madness is the end of me, let me turn around and retreat.

I’m empty. I’d ask God to fill my cup but I can’t even get a handle.

Someone call Ms. Pope I’m living a real-life scandal.


Who am I to face a giant? Who am I to fight this war?

This opponent is defiant and my strength is on the floor.


I pick up a dusty book and wipe the cover to read the title,

To my amazement, I see it’s my old study Bible.

I open it up, doubting I’d find something I could use

After all, what does the Bible know about being scared, burdened and abused?

First page, The Lord helps the fallen and lifts the burdened, Psalm 145:14

Ok that was lucky, let’s see what it says about low self-esteem

Psalm 139:14, Fearfully and wonderfully made?

Mind-blowing. What is this a book or hand grenade?



Who am I to face a giant? Who am I to fight this war?

This opponent is defiant and my strength is on the floor.


I need more than words to fight my battle, this is real life, real war, real pain…or so it seems.

Ephesians 6:11: Put on the full armor of God, so that you can take your stand against the devil’s schemes.

Ok fine, but my heart is wounded, pierced by people’s words and actions. What if I get hurt again?

Isaiah 54:17: No weapon formed against you shall prosper, and every tongue which rises against you in judgment You shall condemn.

Still, I cannot do this alone. Is there someone that can help me? If so, then tell me who?

My help comes from the Lord, maker of heaven and Earth. Psalm 121:2


I alone can’t face this giant. I alone can’t fight this war.

This opponent is defiant, Lord give me strength, it’s all I ask for.


The Lord is with me like a mighty warrior, Jeremiah 20:11

Nothing is impossible with God, Luke 1:37

He is the Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end.

Where the enemy thought I was finished, is where God chose to amend.

He is ever-present, everlasting, ever-faithful and the Sovereign King

The all-knowing, all-powerful, almighty God is stepping with me in this ring.

I thought I was facing giants, but it’s more like they’re facing mine.

My king breaks bondages and chains. Descendant of warriors and a divine bloodline.

You are greater than the one who is in the world, 1 John 4:4

You forgave my sins and filled my heart with joy, like a kid in a candy store.

I now know I’m not alone, I now know you were always there.

I now know you saw each tear, I now know you heard every prayer.


With God, I’ll face this giant, with Him I’ll fight this war.

And while my enemy is defiant, I hope he’s ready for what God has in store.

Burning Bridges

I had to burn our bridge because it led to my demise.

Had to close your door because it was no longer wise.

I had to block the path because we’re no longer allies.

I had to kill our dreams, and our love euthanize.

Surrounded and Alone

We never know what another person is going through. Give someone a smile, it may just make a world of a difference.

Hurts Like Hell

Yet what we suffer now is nothing compared to the glory he will reveal to us later. (Romans 8:18 NLT)

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