There is always a hidden message. Listen to the whispers from within, your peace and happiness is more important than luxury.
The Lady in the Window
She lays on the floor near the end of the bed. Bruised face and cracked ribs. Tears leaked down her face. Her mouth opened wide, yet her scream was still silent. Wanting to run but she canāt. Thinking āthereās no way I could make it before he gets backā.
Then she heard a chilling whisper in her ear; thereās nowhere to go, youāve turned your back on everyone. Moved to the middle of nowhere surrounded by his family and peers. Scowled upon your family and everyone you knew. Remember the days when you told everyone all you needed was your boo?
Friends tried to warn you but you cut them off too. āJealous bitches all Iāll ever need is my booā.
She twitched with both fear and pain as the sign everyone warned her about now seemed reasonable instead of insane. As the blood linked from her mouth and tears dipped from her eyes, she clawed her way to the bathroom door and began pulling herself from the floor. Though difficult to walk she found the strength as she got to the mirror knowing this wasnāt the end.
Morning turns to noon and noon to night, he walks in the door with champagne, flowers, and chocolate like a valentines night. Going on and on about his day. Expecting me not only to listen but to look after too.
Look at you. No, just look at you I made you all that you are. If it wasnāt for me you wouldnāt have this fancy house, nice clothes, jewelry, 3 cars, and a loaded bank account. Yet here you are sporting those bruising like itās something I should be sorry about.
Her hurt turned to anger and her fear to strength. As he lifted his hand again, something was different he could see it in her eyes. As she whispered the next time you hit me one of us will die.
Her tone was so soft yet so very clear. He stepped back and stormed off and before she knew it the room was empty.
Slow deep breaths, she could hear from afar. āHey, there is something wrong with the lady in the windowā she quickly came to. Just realized it was all a premonition and she knew what she had to do.
She called her sister but for a minute she was afraid to speak. Her sister took a deep breath and said hang up the phone with no questions asked. 5 hours and 47 minutes to be exact; her sister knocked on the door. Fully prepared with a Uhaul and boxes ready to be packed, she hugged her sister and whispered āI will always have your backā.
Domestic Violence is never the answer and being a victim is not your fault.
Get comfortable with the rhythm of your new heartbeat. You may be bruised but your not broken!
Dear Friend,
Event after event hits you like lashes from the worst game of dodge ball. Leaving scars on your heart and invisible open wounds.
Yet, you still stand.
Getting up and dusting yourself off again.
Tears link from your eyes when they shut as you do your best to rest. Your heart aches as you wake to acknowledge you canāt seem to catch a break.
Yet, you focus on the things you can control and keep it moving.
Embracing the storm and all the damage that comes with it. Hits from left to right leaving you covered in bruises.
Yet, you still stand.
Getting up and dusting yourself off again.
You may be bruised but youāre certainly not broken. Inhale positivity and exhale doubt. Let your tears release you from your fears.
Let todayās pain be a lesson for tomorrowās blessing. You have survived the storm!
Now itās time to conquer the aftermath. Your wounds are real and your hurt is valid. Give yourself grace. Tomorrow will be a new day and an opportunity to start over.
You may be bruised but you are definitely not broken!
Protect your peace. Remove the violent space from your mind. Learn to love yourself through your trauma. Let your reflection be evidence of love you pour into yourself!
Iāve spent years giving you pieces of meā¦trying to fix what was broken in youā¦on your behalf.
Trying to heal you from your wounds and damages
Dodging anger in you unleashed on me due to your insecurities.
Healing your trauma from low self esteem.. While you spent years gaslighting me.
Iāve spent years giving you pieces of me because I thought thatās what love was.
But now, Iām shattered and Iām wounded and the pieces of me I really need are long gone, wasted on your self ass.
I donāt blame youā¦ I blame me. Because you told me who you wereā¦but I saw, what I wanted to see.
You kept giving me signs and reason to leave every time you gaslighted me.
Like.. every time, you made me the butt of your jokes.
Likeā¦ every time, you picked others over me.
Like.. every time, you convinced me I didnāt see what I knew I was meant to see.
Iāve spent years giving you pieces of me.
Pieces that I now need and you canāt even bother to give back.
Pieces that you should be rushing to my side trying to mend these open wounds.
Pieces that never belong to youā¦
You gaslight
Iām gaslit
So burnt out
So I quit
Iāve spent years giving you pieces of me, now I have nothing left to give.
Lesson learnedā¦ You canāt fix what you didnāt break. See people for who they are not what you want them to be.
We are often faced with the challenge of knowing when to walk away from relationship. Cleansing ones life of meaninglessness or unhealthy relationships require a great deal of selflessness and reflection.
One must first be aware and acknowledge their self worth. Then and only then, can they see through the smoke screens of those who are not meant for the journey of true friendship. Now this can be an extremely emotional process because face it, there are just some ārelationshipsā we are afraid of letting go.
In fact, if we are truly honest with ourselves, we already knew there wasnāt much value in the relationship to begin with. However, we were blind to our own self worth and busy taking care of others that we forgot the season of loving ourself.
To that endā¦. I sayā¦
Be Careful How You Treat Me
Be careful how you treat meā¦
I am rare
I am precious
I am graceful
I am God Gift To The World!
Be careful how you treat meā¦
My kindness is not a sign of weakness
Instead it is an observation of your action when you donāt need me
My kindness is Godās way of clearing the path of those who are not cut out for the journey of friendship
Be careful how you treat meā¦
I come with a sharp tongue but a pure heart
My words are made of both silk and glass
Be careful how you treat meā¦
My FAITH gets me humble
My GRACE shows my Class
My hands can gently touch you or either whip your assā¦
The Recondition with Rev. Dr. Barnes 
