I closed that door on what once was, The aching nights, the heavy loss. I unspool the threads of yesterday, And let the shadows fade away. The scars remain, but lose their sting, No longer the dark songs they sing. I set them free long ago upon the breeze, And let my weary spirit ease. What broke my heart has made me strong, I leave behind the ancient wrong. I turn my face toward the sun, My healing journey has begun. Day by Day, slowly, step by step.. "The LORD is my light

Benjamin Vasilief I understood the fascination Jack had towards the sexy goddess, the euphony of a seductress. Milady the depiction of The Devils Wife, with flames engulfing her and she relished in the burns. The alluring beauty of such potent emeralds made her even more unpredictable because there are many aspects that she doesn’t show and ultimately could kill with the snap of her fingers. Milady is the female version of Jack, you met your match my Boss. To say I was surpri

You have a dark past-one that hides innermost feelings.Safely locked within the shelves of the mind, It's messy inside. But sometimes the secret cupboard is unlocked with a key named ‘Trust’.Secrets are taken out one by one until the shelves are finally cleared. But there are some secrets,that are never moved or touched like the age-old things in the attic.It stays and gathers dust. No amount of trust will release them. For fear of being hated or misunderstood.It consumes yo

MNANDI’S STORY Ubaba Mnandi comes in one day and I can tell immediately something drastic is up. He’s got a dream draped around him like a pageant sash, I can almost see it. Like he’s just won the bloody lotto. And old Shorty will tell you that good news makes very bad news, when it ferments. The same old shit and there’s no bad news around the corner. Love, bad news, the rest, bad news …. But let me continue. Mnandi’s another regular Joe, except he’s a real Joe - that’

A drop of liquid gold, pressed from the deepest tree, A sacred, fragrant balm of grace, that sets the weary free. It flows upon the waiting brow, a symbol of the call, A gentle touch of heaven’s peace, poured softly over all. It seals a purpose deep inside, a mark of love divine, Where shadows of the past retreat, and holy moments shine. Through trials that weigh heavy, and in the quiet of the night, The oil brings forth a lasting strength, and bathes the soul in light. It

On this special day, my heart overflows with gratitude to You, Lord, for blessing me with another precious year. Your faithfulness has been my refuge, and Your love has guided me through every season of life. To my beloved family and friends (Old and New), words cannot fully express my appreciation for your unwavering support, love, and kindness. Each of you is a divine gift, a reflection of God's goodness in my life. As I celebrate today, I thank God for placing me in the mi