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0210 "Babe I can't sleep!” I don’t want to bother him, or wake him while he's sleeping, but there’s no one else. "Try get some sleep you have work tomorrow,” he replies before slipping back to his happy slumberland. 0225 Second time I wake up to go to the washroom. Nauseated as a pregnant woman, lower abdominal pains, joints, swollen breasts... Could this night get any worse? On the toilet seat, I sit wondering why merely being a woman makes me bleed. I finish up it's the second change up of the night even a baby sleeps better. Who even knows how it feels like to have a  heavy flow. You have to be "thicker" than everybody elses. Your playmate is longer than the newspaper cover from the local butchery. 0250 These are the nights I dread the most. A hot water bottle to nurse my intestinal muscles. "Sshhhhh baby relax you gonna be okay." I keep telling myself as I rock myself to and fro. 0305 The bed does not feel rossy anymore, the...

Monotone tick. Monotone tack. Under the night stars, the midnight moon illuminates my room through the half-opened window. The rain in my soul falling through my eyes. Amidst soaking my pillow, I whisper to myself, “baby you are strong. You shall overcome.” Death had taken its toll on us. It knocked on out door and innocently, we let it in. Time had then wrapped its tight hands around his small neck and drained everything that ever was inside his vessel. Without care or regret, it took away my most treasured being. Now everywhere I turn, there’s sympathy being thrown at me. My heart couldn’t bare it. Seething with anger, rivers pouring from my eyes. Words alone couldn’t describe how I felt. I tried washing away my tears by having too many drinks. I never got to say goodbye. To say those final words. This filled my heart with pain and soul with dread. Each time I closed my eyes, I could see him materializing behind my closed eyelids. His atoms dancing somewhere, nowhere, everywher...

In a time when most fathers are totally absent, gone most of the time or physically present but mentally distracted, I'm proud to say that you've been there for us. We may not shower you with praise.Sometimes, it may seem as though we forget the joy you spread as you go along. This doesnt't mean we don't know the wonderful role you have. You've been there whenever you were needed, helped in many a way, whether by fixing something broken or knowing just what to say. You've led our household well, with instructions from the Bible. Compelling right behavior yet steering us with compassion, your gentle love being true. You conform to our Lord Jesus so we know just what to do. You teach us with purpose, guide us in all Godly ways, so we can take the right path and serve our Lord with praise. With an understanding heart, a source of strength and of support you have been, right from the start. All the sacrifices you made, all the love you gave, the sweat you laid...

Stuck in silence. Drowning in deep thought. There I lay, covered in layers of blankets. Soul searching. Thinking how kissing had become a habit. Fucking, to me, was nothing but a game. To her I said, "I love you." Sadly, she believed it to be true. Behind my kind eyes, lay a bad boy demeanor. With my pretty pink lips came a mouth full of white lies that manipulated this girl into being my pleasure toy. She let me in. Practically gave herself to me. I didn't love her. I loved her body. I never wanted her. All I ever wanted was her body. Damn! I liked her better on her knees or when she screamed please. My soul, empty of feeling. The sex was empty of meaning. Yes! I don't deserve the smiles she tries so hard to hide back whenever people merely mention my name. I don't deserve her happily listening to love songs and absent mindedly dedicating them to me. Neither do I deserve her feelings when she's high off her mind, looking back down from the clouds wishin...

To know where you belong is one thing. Accepting it like refusing to run when the rain comes, but letting it wash you is another whole thing. Looking at his watch one last time, his patience having run out, he stood up to leave. As he rushed out, he bumped into his prospective client almost driving him to the ground. "I'm sorry, where are you rushing to? I thought we had a meeting!" "I'm sorry too, but you are late and I have another appointment." Almost taking off, he shouted back, "please call to reschedule." ... "Where are you at? I'm at the door." "Come in. I'm seated at the farthest corner from the door to your right." She had been sitting there for the past hour with nothing but silence filling her ears. Like she was trying to hide her vulnerability in the darkness. She sat there looking at the photos of him he'd sent her. The last few weeks had been pretty intense for her. She couldn't bring ...

Rain Rain go away, come back another day... I listened as it fell, as it washed away the dirt. Blissful rain. Secretly wishing and hoping that it would also wash away the heavy thoughts that filled my mind. Thoughts that still clung to the mouldering past. Took a left turn and there she was. In the rain. Standing on the kerb by the roadside. The woman of my dreams. All my life, I have been waiting for this. This euphoria spilling. I went weak in the knees and my stomach went tight. I felt in that moment, this has got to be right. What do I have to do to get her to notice me? For so long my heart's been controlling as I've wanted to make a move. Not sure what else there is to do and being unaccustomed to courage, I just admired her from a distance. Perfect, if only I could use that word to describe her. If she were within my reach, I could have touched. I wished I was as brave as the rain, for rain is never afraid to fall. She closed her eyes, leaned to start the kiss. I sta...

Time flies but this day must have hitched a ride on a tortoise's back. Nervous. Pressure was building. How was I to present myself? How was I to approach her? What exactly was I going to say? What if she reached her hand out to greet me and I was caught in the moment and failed to reach mine out? What if she came for a hug and I didn't let go? We had met once, she as my client. At the time, I had to act professional. It was eminent, there was a spark. We could both feel it, but none of us was bold enough to point it out. That day ended with me handing her my business card. Had to save myself from the business of having to ask her for her phone number. Two months later. Three missed calls. Unknown number. "Hey! It's Vanessa. Why ain't you picking up my calls?" Reading the text a third time I finally came to. "I'm sorry! You understand the nature of my work. Talk to me." Indeed, she had a heart full of emotion to talk about. Telling me how sh...

She walked in escorted by who they all thought was her suitor. In her blue dress that showed most of her back and was just a lil shy below her bum bum. Her six inched heels giving her that straight posture as she walked. I came back to an excited clique. "What's this that I missed?" With his eyes and a show by his head, Henry pointed in the direction of this beautiful soul. "Wow!" Such beauty, that when I saw her I was starstruck in love. Breathless and enamored. The dimmed red and blue neon lights made her glowing skin look even more...what's the word for that! Edible? We locked eyes for a good seven seconds which rather felt like an eternity. My heart raced. At that moment when time felt to have stood still, all I saw was her. She smiled and turned to her suitor, a well built tall and sorry to say, handsome guy. On a scale of one to ten, he was an eight and I was uuhhhmm...you guessed it right, a nine divided by three. I turned to my postponed liver cirr...