Writing ❤️


POEM

I open the tap,

to let all out.

on paper its weird,

that you don’t have to shout.

Words just flow from your pen,

you tell it what to do.

It does what it’s told,

and won’t talk back to you.

you can write what you feel,

when no-one listens to you.

Every thought that you have,

happy, sad, false or true.

On paper it’s out,

and not held within.

a healing place for some,

is deep within their sin.

For when they look outside themselves,

and look towards the stars.

You are there to guide them home,

safe within your loving arms…

Published by Shadeii (Big Momma) 🦋

My name is Shadeii, but my friends and family call me Big Momma... I am a 51 year old mother of 5 wonderful Adult children... I am a Royal Priestess in the Kingdom of God... Annointed by the Holy Spirit, to share the word of God and His Love, with the lost and broken people of the world 🙏❤️✝️

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