Haiku For Today– Triggered and Angry

Triggered and angry

Intellectual Property– Something That We Each Create

Intellectual property…
is something that we each create.
Whether it’s a song or book…
or just our thoughts that we state.
Whether it’s written as a poem…
or in the form of a letter to some…
it originates in our minds…
and even from hearts words come.

Writers and Bloggers– Writing From the Heart

As writers and bloggers…
many of us write from our heart…
expressing our brokenness journey…
where pain and sorrow struggle to depart.
And these words are precious…
for our stories are very real…
and it’s by speaking out…
that many of us start to heal.
And some words are even sacred…
like a download from God within…
as He leads us down paths…
where our brokenness will finally end.
So please respect our words…
and every post that we share…
for it’s part of our lives…
written with compassion and care.

Abusive Words…

Abusive words…
filled with hate.
Aimed to harm…
with damage great.

Verbal abuse…
harms many people.
Plus other abuses…
hurt even deeper.

A Source of Anxiety: Triggers!

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/12/09/source-of-anxiety/

A source of anxiety…now that is a topic that many victims of abuse know much about. However, those who have never suffered this type of trauma may not be able to understand this anxiety.

Triggers…
A subject not understood by some…
but dreaded by others.
Things so insignificant to many…
but causing victims much troubles.

Identity…Lost and Found

Have you ever lost yourself…
in the turmoil all around you.
And can’t seem to find your way…
with your whole identity a blur too.

So many are feeling lost…
with their lives’ events.
And I know how they feel…
for this I have to admit.

My life was all planned out…
with me in control.
Then I lost it all…
another wounded soul.

A Lesson Learned in the Whirlwind

This lesson is true…
so now I will share with you.
God opened my eyes yesterday…
with what I am about to say.
As I turned down a lonely street…
I saw a man with an impossible feat.
The wind was blowing in his trees…
with 1000’s of leaves twirling in the breeze.

Soar!

This thought came to me today…
imagine what I am about to say.
Picture holding onto a balloon…
then lifting up towards the moon.
Soaring through the air…
with not a fear nor a care.

Rape is a violation…

Rape is a violation…
leaving feelings of degradation.
It is not about love…
and not even about lust.
Rape is about power and control…
wounding victims spirits and souls.

RAPE! What if???

What if????
Think of these questions…
and how would you feel?
If these rapes occurred,
would it seem more real?