Anger

Sometimes when we speak in anger, we often say things we don't mean.
We allow the situation at hand to get the best of us, and the anger inside of us surfaces.

I harbored anger in my heart for years before I would release it, sometimes on those who didn't deserve it, but in other cases, on the ones who needed it the most.

I am usually a calm, collective, and reserved person, but once that anger inside of me is triggered, there is no turning back and someone will be my target.

Trying to be nice to everyone, when they are rude and disrespectful, when they refuse to respect my personal space. That's when I get upset. I try to remain peaceful in the time of an arising storm, but the wind keeps on blowing more in my direction.
There is only so much I can handle before I am ready to explode and release this build up anger.

I am yet still learning to forgive and forget of all situations.
So therefore the feeling of anger from a childhood memory may still be in my heart, but my prayer is for God to release it, without hurting anyone, including myself.

"Waiting in Antipication"

I'm still waiting for that moment when the thought of real love can come out from under a rock and expose itself to me....until then I'll be "waiting in antipication".

Waiting to give mY all and feel it reciprocated 100%.
Waiting for a love that is not hidden from the world, but open and available.
Waiting in anticipation.

Every experience I have had and seen far has prepared me for my future.
Every scene of a woman not being loved and supported by the man she supposes she loves, or the woman who is afraid to depend on a man, or that woman who was too desperate and afraid to leave the man who treated her like the ground he walked on. That mother who thought she had done all could do, but in actuality, had done nothing.
That woman who could never open up and express her feelings to the ones that cared about her well-being.
That man who drank his worries away.
The man who beat his wife because he was insecure with himself.
That man who walked away from his child crying at his feet.


I am yet waiting in anticipation.
Waiting for the day a man will love me, provide for me, and protect me.
Waiting for a man to proclaim his love for me at the mountain tops.
Waiting for the day, when a relationship can go beyond what the eyes see,and touch what the heart feels.

Waiting in anticipation.


I've waited for 3 years for the right one to come along and sweep me off my feet.
And then someone came along. He became my bestfriend and I knew he would be become more, I just didn't know what that "more" would be.

Everything happened so fast and I did everything in my power to slow things down, but the train just kept coming at full speed.

I had patiently sifted through all the other guys I had met, but never really burning any bridges, and so when things became official with my bestfriend, there was a swarm of calls about the new status.

But things still aren't quite as they should be.
It's still early so I will try my best to be optimistic about this situation.

So therefore, I will be optimistically waiting in antipication.