Delilah

She’s got the body of a goddess

A pretty face and a pretty smile

A striking statue of serendipity

Yet she could do much harm

With a mouth that spits balls of fire and venom

For what she lacked in intellect

She made up in beauty

She wouldn’t think much, but needn’t have to

Didn’t speak much, but didn’t have to

You spoke and thought for you and for her

But in the glistening glare of her gaze

Was the strength of her charm.

And if by any chance you were named Samson

She’d be your Delilah

Irresistibly she is envisioned,

Tempting is the mission

 there's an urge to flee
but you can't find the strength to walk away

you're locked in her warm embrace

And trapped by her sparkling illusion.

Alive!

For several months I have had some form of writer’s block, and somewhere deep in my daily thoughts sat the idea that perhaps my writing days were nearing its end. Today I realized that perhaps the real reason I have had nothing to write about was because I just haven’t been living life hard enough to gather experiences to write about. The past months have been saturated with an intense commitment to the walls of academia and working hard to attain professional RN status. Well, that’s about done now, and somehow I feel like there’s a release slowly filtering through my spirit. Maybe I can live again.

Today, for the first time in a whole year, I paid a visit to the gym. And I was reminded once again the huge difference between working out at a proper fitness center and the occasional improvised exercises I meddle with at home struggling with the little available time afforded me. I was also reminded that a good work out comes with a lot of pain. My left shoulder has gone sore, and I’m left to function with an arm and half an arm resting on a belt-sling. But yeah, that endorphin laden euphoric feeling is still the same. I feel like I can take on the world…

But despite my present handicap, I survived cooking dinner tonight with only a minor scald to the skin from the boiling pot of noodles… Not so bad now ey! And here I am, with a thankful voice in my heart for all of the things that He’s brought me through these past months... Tonight’s writing and dinner inclusive.

God be praised, I'm alive!