Impact

Hold my hand... I cried! I prayed!  The pain was seething and saw me gripping on to walls I gnashed my teeth as the torrents tugged through my bones Piercing the walls of my heart, breaking the fragments of my faith into tiny pieces Leaving me in fear and weakness Gasping for air and pleading for help Don't let me die I prayed Please hold my hand... Great fear gripped me as I saw the blood spilling Every remembrance of the flow shook my being My mind was bugged with fear of losing My life and all that it consisted Family, dreams and the future seemed bleak I think I heard death calling but I don't want to answer Would you please hold my hand?  The promise...  You said you wouldn't leave me That was the cry I made to mortal man who promised but failed as a man The hurt was deep, cutting like the sickle Let man be man but God be God  Oh what a relief!  So, You promised... That you would guide through the rivers  and I believe that you meant also... even throu...

Dear Diary, You know there was a time when I lived a live of isolation and quarantine by reason of an illness that necessitated the use of separate plates and cups from those used by the rest of my family. I was reminded always that there was a reason for this - it was better for one person to be ill than for the entire family to be down with the same illness.  I accepted this lifestyle and was careful not to let any of my siblings come close. It hurt to see them play and do things from afar. It was such a depressing moment of my life. My very little brother at the time who knew nothing about the need to stay away would not let me be. He stuck to my body always like a flea and I was glad nonetheless. I composed songs and had him sing along even at a tender age of 3. We sang beautifully as a duo.  I know that writing about this period of my life would be a book of many pages but I chose to write this now because I am grateful for life. Death threatened on many occasions. Everyt...