My Faith, My Fight, My Survival

      

By Patrice Watley Williams/Poetic Lyricist

Patrice Watley Williams/Poetic Lyricist   A Letter to My Breast   Hi, you two, I was just thinking of you as I often do. We've been through a ton in the last 5 years. I used to miss the part of you that is gone, but it had to be done. To save me, to save the rest of you that I admire daily. I used to really like you but as I evolve through our journey I've come to love and admire your strength. Chemo shooting through our veins, targeting the bad cells but taking some of the good. The harsh radiation against our burning, peeling skin. Knives carving away your glamour but unknowingly creating a work of art. All to give us more life together. No more fretting over the big C, He has set us free. We've adjusted well to our new existence though in the beginning, we thought we would never admire one another as I resisted. Allowing my mind to be taunted, no longer wanting to Strut and flaunt it. My spirit moved in confusion, believing there was no longer a woman of quality I was delusional. But you knew there was cause to stand for something and purpose to live for everything! Poetic Mind Vibes Inspiring one word at a time. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I Made It Strong but weak From my younger days of seeing abuse Through young adulthood Of being abused Striving to live a peaceful life Of raising kids and in and out of relationships Searching for love, finding it but never wholeheartedly Living and loving, loving and living Giving and giving never truly receiving Beyond abuse, I'm happy, beyond disrespect I'm sad, but I'm happy Beyond betrayal, I'm happy Beyond heart dysfunctional, I'm happy Beyond CANCER, I'm happy A lot of hard days but I made it. Never without you Standing on His promise Never taking my life for granted I made it! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ SOUL OF A SURVIVOR   Never ending seams horrible, a slave to the trade Sad and challenging seems horrible but beautiful in its’ own right Raging battlefield, The opponent seems to never surrender Fighting a war, risking not coming out alive Maybe ending it in wars personal archive Strained and harsh, asphyxiating air mixed through the clouds Like dry ice stuck to my skin Burning fire, no idea how to put it to rest My personal turmoil, pressure cooking, caving all around me Facing my fears knowing my God has listening ears Devil sent up in a new disguise Disregarding he was embarking on a child of God. The beginning of my healing, as I feel his presence My broken pieces mending Fighting this battle but not beyond endurance Less tears flowing, no longer at a stand still Wisdom gained as my creativity evolved My vision clearer, no more weeping in sorrow My healing heart on bended knees Dim light as I strained to see through the fog Voice faint from echoes of my own voice Maintaining my sanity, stopping to just listen To the noiseless air Amazing it is, still in time, silent but not Writing, my air, my outlet, my tranquil time My thoughts running ramped at maximum speed The message is everything Nothing left unsaid, filling every breach Balancing my strength Totaling my sum to everlasting faith…. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I Am Chosen - Even in a Quiet Storm Quiet Storms of a soft soul Lurking in the distance You look but you don't see, You see but you don't notice You notice but you don't acknowledge, You acknowledge but you don't feel, You feel but you don't say it, Saying it is everything Even in a quiet storm... But even in the quiet storm I am possessed with personality To be Chosen In the meantime and between time I am sequestered in my solitude Allowing parts of the world to pass me by, Making a choice to heal dreaming the dream of being comforted in the night, In and out of my thoughts Riding in the wind of possibilities, Wanting the rainbows to find me, Adjusting my eyes as I press on to see the prize, Afraid to lift the padlock Shielding it with all of my beings, But finally knowing it's time to do What I was chosen for...   Poetically,   Patrice Watley Williams, Founder: wearitgirlwigs.org amazon.com/author/patricewatleywilliams Outreach Committee Chair/http://www.iwillsurviveinc.org   ***to purchase my books click any link below: http://www.amazon.com/My-Pen-Speaks-Poetic-Vibes/dp/160911325X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1313849129&sr=8-1  http://www.booksamillion.com/p/My-Pen-Speaks/Patrice-Watley-Williams/9781609113254?id=5058590506127   Thank you for allowing me the freedom to be expressive as my Caterpillars blossom into Butterflies!!!