I spent many years at war with myself. My thoughts and my actions have contribute to many bad decisions. We hurt ourselves more than others. If something doesn’t seem right, it’s not. If there’s anything you have to question time & time again, let it go… Don’t be at war with yourself.
Becoming a better person shouldn’t involve just change, it should also involve growth. Healing means the damge never existed. It means the damage no longer control our lives.
I’m so proud of my niece from a sister from a another mister (LOL), after reading this piece she posted on her blog. She’s an awesome blogger just like her Uncle K. The link to her performance of this great poem is below.
“Lullabies Aren’t Heard in War Zones” – B. Chris Renee
Rock-a-bye baby. On the tree top, When the wind blows The cradle will rock. When the bough breaks, The cradle will fall, And down will come baby — Cradle and all.
I pray the lord his soul to keep.
He was a soldier in a war her didn’t even know he was fighting.
I didn’t know he’d enlisted.
We didn’t know he’d be dying
He was born around the time Chicago became “Chiraq”
It was a war, but with a draft such that
His birth certificate enlisted him undoubtedly
He and his friends huddled in trenches whispering sweet nothing for the stigma they were combatting
I equipped my son with books
But they had semi-automatics
And we can say the tears were nothing short of automatic
But then comes the “I’m sorry’s” and the “Everything will be okay’s” because he’s in a better place.
Because the best place is here with me because that’s the baby that I raised
I didn’t ask for him to be a martyr for the cause
A poster child for gun-laws
And who woulda thought my love for him didn’t make him bullet proof!
Could the ammunition really weigh more than the adoration I have for my baby boy
The nine months I carried you–separation anxiety because that was the longest I had been away from you and I just don’t know if I can handle a distance that transpires lifetimes
I was the — hand that rocked the cradle.
Many lullabies to get you to sleep
I pray the lord MY soul to keep
We were all rocking our babies when the cradles fell
No warning as if they were under the devil’s spell
But then those cradles turned to caskets
And they just weren’t meant to hold bodies that small.
I wanted my baby cradle and all
Outside these four walls sound like sonic booms and bops
And I’m just waiting for my alarm clock to wake me so I can rock my baby to sleep
So if the storm would stop overcasting the calm
I just wish my lullabies could be louder than the bombs
and down will come baby cradle and all
One of the hardest lessons in life is letting go. Whether it’s guilt, anger, love, loss or betrayl. Change is never easy. We fight to hold on and we fight to let go. We got learn to burn the past. Never look back. I always tell people…You can hold onto the memory without holding onto the pain. To quote “From the Book of Usher” just let it “Burn”.
Being cold and closed may seem safe right now, but it’s not. Instead of protecting your heart, you imprison it. Love is not a crime.
The “Unapologetic“ singer, Rihanna, has wasted no time in filing for and obtaining a restraining order on a fan who broke into her neighbor’s house thinking it was hers. I assume when all of this blows over she’ll make him a key.
You outgrow people who don’t belong in your life. Those people who spend more time being spiteful and hateful towards you, who brings misery. Instead of encouraging you and being that support that you need. Never let someone take away your self worth or bring you insecurity. You get rid of people that aren’t healthy for you, let it go. But thru it all remain humble. You don’t have to hold onto the pain to hold onto the memories.