Resurrect My Broken Life © 2013 D Rasmussen There’s a road through the ocean, And water comes from a rock. Victory is in a shout. You can remove all my doubts. * Crucify my stubbornness, Roll away my stone of fear. You collect all of my tears, Resurrect my broken life. * Angel food falls … Read more
Daily Prompt: Tell us about a time you did a 180 — changed your views on something, reversed a decision, or acted in a way you ordinarily don’t. It’s funny how God can turn things around. The other morning my husband said this to me, “For someone who used to be stalked, you sure do … Read more
anx·i·e·ty (from Dictionary.com) 1.distress or uneasiness of mind caused by fear of danger or misfortune: He felt anxiety about the possible loss of his job. 2.earnest but tense desire; eagerness: He had a keen anxiety to succeed in his work. 3.Psychiatry. a state of apprehension and psychic tension occurring in some forms of mental disorder. Synonyms 1. fear, foreboding; worry, disquiet. See apprehension I battle with fear and anxiety. Today I am losing the battle. Will I always be anxious? What am I afraid of? I don’t get it some days. I battle with trust. Just when I think I am winning the battle, something … Read more
This song is for anyone who has ever loved someone with an addiction. There have been many in my life… DEAD END ROAD © 2013 Diana Rasmussen What do you do, when he just walks out? And goes back to the hell, where you pulled him out? What do you do, when he just walks … Read more
This world is broken, it is not what it was supposed to be. People are broken, they sometimes choose to do evil. Innocent people get hurt. And I am broken. There are pieces of me all over the place some days. Like shattered glass, all over the floor. “How did this happen?”, I ask … Read more
(may trigger – be safe) CYCLE OF PAIN By Diana Rasmussen (from a long ago faraway place) I’m tired of screaming, getting told to “F” you, I’m tired of crying as his face turns blue. His anger is killing me, from the one ‘supposed to love; My life is shriveling, as he stamps his foot to … Read more
DAILY PROMPT: Ode to a Playground A place from your past or childhood, one that you’re fond of, is destroyed. Write it a memorial. (I took a few liberties with this one, my playground was not a physical place, it was in my mind) LET ME IN (A poem from a long ago, far away … Read more