Everyone has rights (repost)

I  took the blame for more then one
and was singled out for what i had done
I spoke up for right was put down as wrong
and so I pen my words in poetic song

if you are courageous and you are
speaking out will earn you a  scar
not letting the crowd  bully their way
will leave you with a price  to pay

if you speak out:  I’m sure you may 
others wil also  have their  say
they'll call you names and put your aside
tell you your wrong and full of pride.

Yet if we're  silent before the wrong 
Freedoms would die out before too long
Only the bullies will rule  the day
The meek, the hurting will have no say.

We are the ones who heal or hurt
Help others rise or feel like dirt
We choose the path that we will walk 
Choose to be silent or choose to talk

If others are wronged before our sight
Will we remain  silent or become a light?
Will we be willing to take some shame,
And defend the dignity of another's name?

Just thought I’d write for it seems to me
There should be more voices for equality
That somehow people should rise up  and say
“Everyone has rights, don’t take them away”

My PTSD

The tears, they fall like a down pour of rain
Memories of the past are causing me pain
I try to ignore them but they wont go away
So I  busy myself while viewing a replay.

No one can hear it  this shouting inside
It causes me fear and I try hard to hide
From all that is happening inside of me
Because of this condition, my PTSD

So don't pass a judgement or censor me
There are so many things you cannot see
Just know that I'm trying to find  my way
To a brighter tomorrow and healthier today.

I cannot pretend that yesterday didn't happen

I cannot pretend that yesterday didn't happen
Closing my eyes will never make it all disappear
I can still feel the pain and hear angry words snapping
and the scars tell the stories  no else will ever hear

Should I feel guilty for letting the little child weep inside
For giving her freedoom to talk  after so many years
Is it fair to keep telling her that  she must hush and hide
That her little days of hurt should never come out in tears

Who would put salt on wounds that have been bleeding
Or allow an infection to continue without  cure
The little one inside reveals  what she is needing
And waits for the freedom her healing will secure.

On the outside I smile because  expected to do so
But  the little child inside  is trying to run away
She carries in her bags the reasons she cannot go
And lives like a child inside me to this very day

Thank you for who you are to me

           written for the one helping me to heal:

                 good poem for a therapist

You have brought to me a priceless treasure
in the person of who you are
You came into my darkness
and  illuminated my world like a  star
So now I can begin seeing all the things
that were always causing me to fall
And I can begin healing  every hurt
I have known since I was very  small

Thank you for caring enough to help me:
for going beyond that extra mile
For patiently working with me
even when tears were more present than a smile
Thank you for telling me those things
that I may not have wanted to hear
But needed, nonetheless,
so that the path we were taking  was always clear.

Making the best of things

Today, I am coping, with the circumstances of the day
I am not able to ignore them  so must use them in some way
And though some of them are trying and make me want to cry
Every moment brings me closer to that Mansion in the sky

I never received the tools that would make my life a breeze
Instead I struggle through  mishaps that drop me to my knees
Often weeping in  frustration about the things I can't understand
I raise my eyes to the Heavens and beg  the angels to take my hand

So it is that I am pausing at the start of this  new day
While clouds are quickly gathering and the sun is hid away
I prepare myself for stormy weather; the rain has beauty too
I think of all the puddles and the splashing that I can do.

Just as we  have the good times we will also will have the bad
We will have the happy moments and those that'll make us sad
We can choose to let things chain us or  simply set them free
We have so many choices; and we get to choose what they will be.

Taking time each day..

Gentleness is softly whispering across the world today
As the morning star is rising with its wonderful display
Creatures of every kind have begun their morning  song
They share with us their melody  so  we can get along

If we start our day in harmony  with creation's melody
We will find that love for others will come out  naturally
But if we rush right through the morning's daily routine
We'll find we're later disturbed and say things we don't mean

So it pays to take some pauses before we start our day
To allow the universal rythmn to pour out a peaceful way
In which we can find God's wisdom in everything we do
And remain in that Garden our first parents had  passed through