Dance baby, Dance baby
One, two, three
Step, clap, step, clap
Head bopping, shaking side to side
Get out of my head!
Hands thrashing in circles,
From the ashes, I will rise!
Hop forward and backward,
Plan of attack coming forth,
Just one more dance,
Boxer’s stance, fists up,
Are you ready?
Come on, want to fight?
Light on my toes,
Picking up speed,
Fire in my eyes,
Get out of my head!
Seeking light in the darkness,
I will only ask once nicely,
Leave pretty please,
With a cherry on top!
(To the Ladies of Pine Lodge, Timberline Knolls)
A place of change,
The girls in lodge,
A part of the
journey of healing.
Together they provided,
Strength, Wonder, Hope
And Honesty…
So many attributes of growth.
Pine Lodge provided,
A safe place for some,
Even though,
It is truly a safe place.
Many of us struggled,
And ran away
from ourselves,
Remembering trauma or dissociation or fear.
Trauma is real,
Not everything is life comes easily,
There is purpose in the learning,
It hurts,
It tears you apart,
Part of recovery,
Is putting the pieces together,
And fixing the shattered heart,
with Gold.
We are changed,
We are bold,
We are strong,
We are becoming whole.
One day at a time…
It is a beautiful process,
We all stop running,
We are filled with love,
To face new beginnings.
The goodness in the valleys and the mountains.
Brokenness,
Recovery,
Learning,
Becoming a sisterhood.
-KI-
She is witty
A bright soul
Someone who loves no matter what
Who drops everything to pray for anyone on their behalf or in person
Loves Jesus
More than you know
She is so hard on herself
Seeks to make a difference and share her testimony
Big eyes, Big heart, Big Hopes…
A fighter
A warrior
A princess
She strives to be made whole in God.
She doubts who she truly is in the eyes of her Father.
She screams instead of surrendering to love.
She fears being hurt…
Because that is what she is used to.
But she does love the good shepherd.
Hugs can be warm and comforting.
She desires to be seen, known, heard and loved.
The journey continues on…
New beginnings, New changes…
To be aware of His Presence.
He knows her, He sees her, He loves her.
The chiming of the bell,
The alarm that wakes you to the core,
Tick, Tock goes the clock,
Am I too late?
To snip and suture the wound?
I need the Almighty Surgeon and Healer.
To put the pieces back together…..
To help me to be whole.
Sometimes I cry,
Sometimes I pray,
Sometimes I reach my hands to the sky,
And sometimes I feel afraid.
To feel, is okay.
But to remain in the depths of despair,
That mindset needs a reset,
Hold on tight, deep breath, bosom to the floor with hands clasped gently together.
He will meet you there.
He is always with you, always.
That hope that resonates to the core,
I keep repeating… He is Here…
He knows that I’m drowning…
He holds the vine…
Reach out, it is within sight,
Jump and take flight.
He’s got you,
He knows your brokenness,
He knows your desires to be made whole.
Numb
He is there.
Maybe that is where I’m supposed to be?
I need to be held,
Because I’m falling apart.
Deep breath.
Listen.
He loves you and I.
To be whole.
What is love?
Unconditional love?
Jesus, I reach to you
I feel alone,
I feel angry,
I feel deeply hurt.
Those places where the crows fly,
The dust swirls,
The sun blocked by the polluted atmosphere,
I am thirsty, I am hungry, I struggle to breathe,
My hope is in you,
Please help me to get this pain out,
To release it all to you,
To trust you.
Dear Poppa, I need you close.
Krysten.Ivey 