it always right

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Dictionary, Shmictionary.”

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any name you call your beloved

love has no language

always right…haiku

Flare and Glare…a photo a day challenge….

A Photo a Week Challenge: Flare

https://nadiamerrillphotography.wordpress.com/2015/01/28/a-photo-a-week-challenge-flare/

Flare…my selfie in the sun…

and glare….God behind bars….

Am I ?

Am I happy

Am I sad

Am I good

Or  am  I bad

Am I god fearing

Or an atheist

Am I in love

Or out of it

Am I in a daze

Or am I numb

Is it just a phase

Or am I dumb

Am I mad

Have I lost my mind

Is it a passing fad

Or I am one of my kind

I don’t want to give up on life

I want to live it well

Don’t want to lose it all

In happiness I want to dwell.

The Rosary.

I close my eyes waiting for slumber,but there outside I can hear thunder.

It scares me and I am wide awake , I pull up the duvet and wait for the storm to abate.

And then to deviate my mind, I start thinking of my next day.

What I have to do tomorrow I dwell as on my bed I lay.

And then out of the blue a strange negativity grips me.

Oh no there it was again , I was on that depressive spree.

I consciously try to distract myself and hordes of thoughts crowd my mind

.I have to pick a thought to follow, but nothing worthwhile I can find.

And then suddenly I see flashes of color, and oh I know I have found my nemesis.

I am venturing into the past ,and the future seemed full of therapists.

It was then I find the rosary under my pillow,

My mind fills with relief and I know what to follow.

As the brown beads roll between my fingers ,relief creeps up my spine,

My mind clears , my body relaxes and I feel sublime.

Never a fanatic , nor an atheist,

It is strange how the rosary helps me .

All negativity my mind  transcends,

The string of beads then on became my best friend.