Renee Robinson's Blog, page 14
November 14, 2013
The Beggar
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No one notices as he sneaks
Fresh blood pulled through his teeth
A healthy body slowly cries.
Strangled of blood supply
Slowly, the beast continues to devour
Greedily, licking his lips.
Feeding every minute of every hour
Never stopping to feel remorse.
Unable to feel what he does not have
A being without a soul
He is out of control
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I am a beggar on the street.
I do not ask for money.
I ask for life as I weep.
Chemo prolongs life.
Chemo takes life
Doing nothing, certain death
Growing tired, cannot rest
Where is the Oracle?
Out seeking miracles
The beast will not stop
He feeds on life
He seeks the soul
Frenzied and out of control
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Unable to breathe in deep
Fresh air a forgotten memory
A healthy body slowly cries
A lung being forced to die
It holds on. Dedicated to life
It continues to struggle
It continues to fight
It does all it can to simply breathe
Until I cry and fall to my knees
Renee Robinson
November 13, 2013
I Believe
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I am here. I belong. I am somebody. I am strong
Yet I feel I am made of wax. A poor reflection of what might have been.
If only I had been given voice. If only I had been given a choice.
Something bigger took me over. He slowly crept into my life.
He brandished a sword. He is a thief in the night.
He tried to take my soul. I put up a fight.
I refused to give up my spirit. He grew very angry.
He threatened to take it from me. His voice filled with fury.
He beat me down, I could not take anymore.
My soul is still intact He does not know how to react
“You are weak with disease. You fight for you life.
You must be worn down. How can you still fight?”
My room filled with light. It glowed all around me.
It wrapped me like a blanket. It is what protects me.
The Light is on my side. This makes me stronger than you.
As long as I believe, I can overtake you.
I am here. I belong. I am somebody. I am strong
I have been given a voice. I have been given a choice.
Something bigger is taking me over. Slowly he came into my life.
Now I am stronger than you. I can take you on.
You have no power over me.
Go to hell where you belong.
Renee Robinson
November 12, 2013
November 11, 2013
finish my poetry series: via @43things ^
finish my poetry series: via @43things ^rr
The race without an end. I keep adding to my to do list.
November 9, 2013
Medal of Life
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In one hand, I clasp the medal of life.
In the other, I hold the hand of Christ.
I do not travel this path alone.
For there are many who help me along.
I can do anything when in the valley of shadows.
I must stay strong and work through my sorrows.
The angel of death is always near.
An angel of beauty, There is nothing to fear.
For this angel is sent with love from God.
To lead me on when my time comes.
The valley of shadows is well-traveled.
The road is rocky, not for the meek and mild
It is worth the effort if I make it through
Waters that heal and a life renewed
Await me just over that hill
In God’s name I pray
It is His will.
Renee Robinson
First Place, Medal of Life
I am late with this entry. I am much slower at fitting in my writing goals. I little over a month ago I was in the hospital. I had an internal bleed in the lower intestine. Fortunately, it was not a “bad” bleed. It stopped not long after my arrival to the hospital. I was in the hospital 3 days. Doc wanted me to stay a little longer, but I convinced him that Del is the best nurse I’ve ever had. Therefore, I would be OK.
I began to speak with my Doc about my life expectancy. (A topic I had avoided until then). He said, well you have actually done much better than most. I have lived about a year longer than expected.
Wow. It feels weird to know that I am a first place runner in this race. In fact, I am in the 1% bracket.
Do not look at this as if I could die at any time. Know that I am beating the odds. So far, God is holding my hand and has kept me from teetering over to the other side.
In one hand I clasp the Medal of Life. In the other, I hold the hand of Christ.
November 7, 2013
Dreamer
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I see much more with my eyes closed.
Endless night skies
Deep with stars
Ripe for the picking
To hang on the trees
A full moon glowing bright,
I can pull it down
To shine in a child’s room
All through the night
I can find a magic lamp
Light it with a feather
Leave it in the meadow
Allow it to feed the heather
I am a dream come true
I am a part of you
I am a dreamer, a painter
A wordmaker
I am many, many things
A living shiftshaper
God is my guide
My faith I give to Him
I can tell stories and play with dragons
I am a toy which someone imagined
God is real, He can do all
I give myself to Him
I pray He will hear my call
I need His touch, I need His healing blood
I put all my toys behind me
All my strength is used to seek Thee
No more dreams, no more plans
I am in need of a healing hand
Renee Robinson
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November 5, 2013
November 3, 2013
Dust to Dust
Standing strong with the trees
My feet firmly planted
United with nature
With a soul that is haunted
My branches turn
Underground
No longer reaching up
Instead returning
Dust to dust
Finding my place
In a new world
Will there be sunshine?
Will there be trees?
There is no more sorrow
No pain or disease
It is the final home
I wonder how it must be
The final resting place
With Christ eternally
