Author: Briquelle

melodies

I want a sure thing

Someone to tell me not to worry bout a thing

Because everything is going to be alright

Someone to take it nice and slow

He would be the sweetest thing I’d ever know

And buttah love spread between kisses

All hands, lips, winding hips

no guidance

And when I show him

don’t

he takes no chances

await

My love is violent, too hot to hold

The longing burns deep inside my chest

Like a fire up in my bones

Weary, longing for rest

With my hand laid faintly upon your heart

Beating against my ear as we lie in wait

Hoping time will create

a space for us

A pyre with the past as timber

And loves past as the embers

That rise afloat the very breath of God

Who gathered us like kindling

Perhaps you were the love of another lifetime

Whom my hearts been hard pressed to find

The very thing my soul longs for

I have it all but yet want more.

I haven’t known a love like this

I heard you before you came

Lifted my head like you called my name

perspective: a series

One day I will have the courage to tell my tale. I won’t be afraid of those who won’t believe me or just brush it off. There will be someone on this earth whom I could always trust to try to understand. I am a vault, so much so that when I was dying inside I looked like I was winning. In spite of it all God honored my prayers and blessed me and my children. Although I played a silent role in that film, I was the director and producer.

Just watched a video of Tabitha Brown testifying about the goodness of the Lord. As she describes her lowest state, I resonated so deeply with that. To see where God has brought her in 6 short years is mind boggling. At this big age; I wonder if there is a better life out there for me. I have always had my dreams of grandeur for my life, but it just never came to be. It never was the reality I so desperately wanted at every stage and phase of my life.

I have always thought that it could be better. People could be kinder, loyal, loving and true. I always knew I deserved better, yet in the most desolate of times there was always a ram in the bush. And every time I made it out I was given even more hope in the beauty of life and humans.

And one day I decided to come out of the shadows, to speak up for myself and those I loved. That I and we would not be misused any further. That the generational pattern ended with him and me; EVEN IF that ended him and me. The cost was way too high, I could not risk the very reasons I lived and persevered.

When the jig was up, the mask fell off and I was public enemy number one, in a new city and unemployed.