Empressjournee

Poem: Grace 2020

Written by empressjournee

Photo credit:  Paul Byrne

There is no pleasure in loss:

As I weep—I miss you,

The way you stood by me;

In my flaws—you loved me,

Truthfully I don’t deserve your love

Sometimes I get scared;

In your absence,

void now befriends me;

Some smile, and wish you goodbye:

as if, it was, a Victory,

To loose love that I could not see,

Right next to me: Until rain flows,

Gently and allows me to see,

that grace has shown me mercy!

Empress Journee

 

About the author

empressjournee

I am a graduate of Medgar Evers College (M.E.C.); mother of three, grandmother and great grand. I love to read great books and listen to podcasts that uplift my consciousness; sharing historical view of the different shades of color, the various culture, the way we all are connected, the musical genius throughout the world and the works that are done to help us tap into ourselves and know that we are worthy. I also love to write poetry and sing. There was a moment that now phase in another aspiration of my life, I felt singing was a forum—a path to take, that helps to voice, express my thoughts, in time where I was struggling, battling something I did not understand and what I was going through; feeling unsupportive. Although, there was some support, especially from my love ones, the challenges I faced was mostly internal.
I am so grateful for the grace I have been given to be able to write my poetic thoughts, that is my freedom. I was a part of a journey that taught me lessons and motivate me that preparation is a must to face a world that may not be ready for a new rising star. Thank you for taking the time to read my poetry. I especially wanted to give honor to my mother who is no longer in the physical, as well as my natural father for the knowledge of health before he departed from this planet. Also, I would like to thank you my supporter for being on this journey with me even at times when the journey seems unclear. May we appreciate the blessings that has been given to us, as we continue to soar, as we reach a place of true jubilee.
Empress Journee