Looking in the Mirror

Spiritual Revelations for those seeking Humanity in Humans ~~CordieB.

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The Lesson of Dispair ~By CordieB


I’ve had many houses; but lost my home;

Like a drifter; I feel displaced; thus I roam

in the mind of the abyss; I lay my head…

fitting in no where; constantly afraid

of the anger that lies just on the surface…

unknowing of when it might unsurface;

I’ve been a haven for many weary souls

wandering in the nights of bitter cold…

strangers; often kinder than family,

or could it simply be they needed me…

when I could provide warmth and rest–

flying lessons for birds dropped from the nest.

Where are those birds; where have they flown?

In dreams I envision they’ve sustained their own.

I know they flew with love supreme…

like mirrored lights reflected, untamed; unseen

I feel i’m building up a wall of distance, strong!

In my times of need; where have they gone?

Perhaps they’ve barely strength to hold their own?

Resentment builds; yet dissipates…

twas not their plan; simply my fate…

I strain to love; yet can not hate.

I look within for the lesson; What can it be?

Why has good fortune abandoned me?

Whilst satan raises his ugly face

I pray to retain faith, love and grace…

Is this a test of will divine?

I search to God; send me a sign!

Allow not my heart to turn to stone…

from hurts that ache down to the bone.

My light is dimming; draining love thereof…

I never understood a heart that could not love.

Seems a long ago prayer for humility

alas is answered to reveal the cold heart’s reality;

step into the cold shoe; comprehend the rashion

of the souls who lost ability for compassion.

Enough! enough! . . . I must end this madness!

that’s quickly overshadowing joy by darkened sadness

I grasp a candle of hope; I whisper a prayer…

that by grace I pass the lesson of dispair

~By CordieB

~Pride first, then the crash, but humility is precursor to honor. Proverbs 18:12 (The Message)

Barefoot In Faith

Twisted Feet ~By CordieB.  Yeah, those are my twisted toes.

Twisted Feet ~By CordieB. Yeah, those are my twisted toes! lol

Seems Like. . .

Every time I felt comfortable enough
to walk in the green grass; barefoot, carefree, like a child
along came a snake who felt compelled to bite my feet

Seems like. . .

Every time I gained comfort enough to walk
around the house with my shoes off, twiggling toes
in carpet along came a spider; bent on biting my toes

And so . . .

I began to ensure that
no matter where or with whom I travelled
I always wore very good, element proof, protective shoes . . .
I never took my shoes off; I wore them every hour . . .

But, then one day, I realized how much
I really missed
the cool grass under my feet;
the rough blades of grass between my toes . . .
The comfty feeling of walking
barefoot on soft carpet . . .
the coolness of the hard wood floors . . .

I missed it so much that . . .
I begin to walk barefoot again;
Yet, I kept a keen eye out for snakes and spiders.
I begin to learn how to spot them a mile away.

Wearing those tight, uncomfortable
shoes has taught me
I’d rather be bitten than to ever completely
give up on walking barefoot ever . . . again

And . . .it’s funny that, the more I practice Faith . . .
Wisdom . . .
Courage . . .
And the knowing that the bite always heals . . .
the less I am bitten.

~Written by Cordieb

This poem was written in response to One Single Impression’s Prompt, "Defenses Down " contributed by  Raven’s Wing Poetry
P.S.  Please do not get this twisted; this poem is about love, feeling and the emotional barriers we put up from fear of being hurt by family, friends and love ones.  This post is not about wearing protection during intercourse.   Always wrap it up!