October 25th, 2016

So much to say, yet words are scarce.

Big risk taker, yet not sure these are worth taking as the uncertainty is fierce.

Maybe I need to be distracted, for a time at least.

Then maybe, just maybe then I can put my soul at ease.

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2016Latoya FrancisComment
Confessions

My loneliness has found refuge in sin on this morning bless by God.

Its plight to find a home in the land called love has brought me once again to the sea of shame and regret.

Yet I know that all hope is not loss, alas the passion suppressed in this being;

Is a mark of the extent to which I am loved?

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2016Latoya FrancisComment
Refuge

Barricaded by doubt yet anchored by faith.

My sorrows have taken on a new taste.

These waters are lined with uncertainty and sprinkled with fear.

Who dares to deny the coal its journey to becoming what it was created to be?

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My Muse

How do you tell the one you love that they are your muse,

When they have no idea of how you feel?

How do you tell the one you love,

That you can’t see one day without them?

And every time you try it hurts worse than any pain one can imagine?

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2016Latoya FrancisComment
ME

On an ocean of thoughts and feelings;

I sit stranded with no life vest.

My heart is set on ensuring the matter is settled before help comes.

I realize I am no longer alone my feelings have materialized into beings.

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2015Latoya FrancisComment
The Island

An island on an island surrounded by the cares of the world;

The waves of life crashes about this scared little girl.

Tides high and low torment this illustrious existence.

With sails battered and bruised she ceases putting up a resistance.

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2014Latoya FrancisComment
Bwana

To the invader who has become the permanent occupier of this blazing heart:

You arrived with no notice;

And have remained to bleed through me like osmosis.

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2014Latoya FrancisComment
Cannons In The Distance

I hear the cannons in the distance it has been weeks since we got a break.

The fighting stays consistent which is expected, as this situation calls for rainy days. Scenes of tarnished human bodies litter the canvas.

The painter took no hostages his paint brush demanded that I looked down at my hands and they were

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