Thursday, July 29, 2010

Thursday, July 22, 2010

For someone that enjoys talking so much I find it very difficult to sit here and contemplate something to write about. Considering the type of day I have had up until now, I think it would behoove me to put my feelings into words instead of walking around with them all bottled up inside of me.

I have spent the last two weeks desperately searching for new and exciting things for the kiddos too delve into this homeschooling year, but to my dismay I have come up with nothing!!! I wonder sometimes if what I am doing is the right thing. There are days I feel so inadequate I could just crawl in a hole and not come out. I make this thing so much more difficult than it has to be.

Today has been absolutely insane, I spent the first two hours of our morning trying to explain to my 12 yr old why his youngest sister, who is autistic, gets a little more attention than the rest. Which lately, has turned out to be an everyday event. Then he and his older brother who is 14, got into an altercation over a stupid video game, and on top of that my home is in complete disarray. So, since about nine o'clock a.m. I have been mom, cook, counselor, spiritual leader, referee, and housekeeper. The Lord only knows what the rest of the day holds, so from here on out I'm depending on Him to see me through.

Monday, July 19, 2010

Wolves

Wolf in sheeps clothing, hiding, watching, seeking whom he may devour.

I must be a target for destruction. Do I have a sign announcing my arrival?

Just make it quick and painless, so I can pick up the pieces and start over.

written by:Angela C. Hamby
9/09/2009

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Bleeding Heart

Uncertainty clogs the brain, confusion remains to

stain; Leaving little drops of doubt, along the

surface of my heart.

Dry and desolate is my inner being, fragmented

images of you I keep seeing.

Your gleaming joust has pierced my soul, bleeding

uninterrupted my heart grows cold.

Life has drifted from what was once me,

unprotected and open my heart does bleed.

No tunnel of light can be found, dark so immense it

drowns out the sound, of my still

BEATING, BLEEDING heart......

By:Angela Sherrod-Hamby 2/17/09

Undone

Untouched, Undone,Unmarked so

thankful you haven't left your calling

card of confusion on my heart.

Your memory lingers, but your touch I

will never know, I refuse to be Undone.

Undone by the stimulating manipulation

of your skin against mine.

This wall I've built around my heart is

Unbreakable, you thought you could slip

in through my side gate, and go

UnNoticed, Undetected?

I saw you coming from a mile away, and

in this tower I will remain, safe from

your

clutches, Untouched, Undone, Unmarked

by the blows of you hypnotizing heart.

The harder I try to escape, you are drawn

to me like an ongoing, Unresolved

addiction.The magnetic pull is

intense, and the desire, more than you can

bare.

You would rather die trying to enprison

me with your affection.

You eat, breathe, and think of the moment

our flesh collide, such an overwhelming

pull.........Unexplainable, Undeniable, and

Unorthodoxed.

There's something so peculiar about the

way you track me, like a Hell-hound

after his prey. Drawn by the scent that

drives men and beast alike.

And then almost in an instant you

stop, and glimpse into my soul, and you

invision one second without

me. Struggling from within to elude the

fact, that I can not be held against my

will.

That in order to possess me, I must love

you in return. Until then I will go;

Untouched, Undone, Unmarked, and you

will struggle with your inner demons

that cut away at your heartstrings.

Written by:Angela Sherrod-Hamby

2/12/09

Death

Be still! Oh,Silent Slumber

Don't rear your unsightly head;

the grave is not ready for me; I'm still

breathing I'm not dead.

Keep you distance lurking shadow,

don't follow close behind; life still inhabits

this vessel, your vision's been reassigned.

Go swiftly, Pale Rider put away your

sickle and flee; the worms will not feast today,

and Heaven's not ready for me.

Written by: Angela C. Hamby 5/28/2009

Holding On

I can't let go of the past, I'm not sure why I hold on to things that

tear me apart on the inside.

Why is it that my mind keeps going back to the very thing that

haunts me til this very day?

I want to be free from this misery. My past does not make me

who I am today. I am me, the very person God created.

I don't have to be angry or hurt or confused. I don't have to

blame others for what I went through.

I don't have to feel guilty about things that happened or about

the choices I made.

I will not be labeled the abused, I will however be

labeled FREE, not holding on to things that are long been past.

Angela Hamby 6/28/09

Struggle

If you could see into my soul, you would see that I'm bound and coming apart at the seams.

I struggle to keep my demons at bay; I hide behind this mask that deceives.

This vessel has a name, but the soul consumes who I am. Conflicting voices inside my head battle between, "What is good, and what is evil."

My heart over-rides everything that strives to blind me from the truth. My mind screams bondage,
but the ghost within me illuminates freedom, and peace.

If you could see into my soul, you
would see that I'm free. The shackles that once was there has fallen from me.

Written by:Angela C. Hamby
9/21/2009

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