Cross My Heart

My breath, my heart

My morning smile

Sunshine and warmth

He who chases clouds away

Strikes a hole in my grief

Brings me joy in simple words

I’m drowning, my savior

My deep decent, you caught me

Saved me from my cage

Wrap me in your arms

Keep me safe within

I’ll keep you tethered to this Earth

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Master

The chains that bind

Do not refrain

But make me free

Keep me safe

This rope that ties me up

Does not imprison

But makes me fly

Connects me to him

On my knees

Is my choice to make

Does not degrade

But honor’s my status in his life

This collar that claims

Does not restrain

But marks me as his

An honor I crave

Unicorn

The ocean split before me

Swallowed my enemy

And threw you back at me

 

My King

To lift me and rule me

To please me and love me

 

The sky fell

Drowned the hated

And you landed at my feet

 

My Unicorn

To show me what I need

Be what I want

 

The fire in me raged white

Till you walked right through it

Calming the rage for desire

 

My Master

He who commands me

He who protects me

 

Chaos surrounded me

Creating misery

In the calm before the storm

 

My Love

Who has awaked the beast within

The dormant me begging to be released

Damon

This pain enveloping my heart
Is nearly too much to bear
It’s crushing weight is
Squeezing pain out my eyes and
Air from my lungs
This hole, this void
Is eating away at me as
Each second becomes harder to
Withstand in the silence of the night
This absence that will never be filled
Is breaking me in two
If only I could turn
The clock to a happier time
A warmer place
A time where I could save you
One void of your suffering
One absent of all our pain.

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Damon as a puppy

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For Damon. You will be missed beyond words.

Your Beloved Author,
Sandra Easter

Incarnate Sneak Peak!

If you’ve seen the previous post on Incarnate and are still on the fence, here’s your chance to jump over it!

Take a sneak peak into the Novel at the link below. Get a feel for the story, see if it’s worth your time.

I’ll be adding a few more chapters as well…don’t fret, I wouldn’t leave you
hanging like that. 😉

“Incarnate” by sandra_easter on Wattpad http://w.tt/1MIacqx.

Your Beloved Author,
Sandra Easter

Horror Movie Cliché

When my life ended,  it wasn’t the creaking of the stairs that warned me too late. It wasn’t the flickering of lights, or the unnatural draft blowing through the room. Not the fear in my belly, or the sense of being watched. I didn’t hear voices and ask who’s there. No. I didn’t creep in the dark of a haunted house. 
When I died, it was the breath on my neck,  the stab of the knife in my back, the pain that brought me to my knees.  That’s what warned me too late. 
It was the machete you plowed through my center, the one we used to hack away at the overgrown vines on the door. I didn’t have a cliché horror movie moment where the viewer yells “He’s behind you.” No, your betrayal made no sense. The shock of it left me in pieces as you stomped your way through my escaping blood. The laughter coming from your gut chilled the last remaining heat from my body as I lay lifeless. My last sight was your retreating figure not looking menacing at all,  but rather joyful.  My heart beating quickly at the rapt confusion pushed what blood I had left at your distant feet.  My body cold, my life extinguished.

Your Beloved Author,
Sandra Easter

I Find Peace In the Rain

10 some odd years ago life dealt me a hand I thought I’d never survive. The day began in dread but the sun didn’t know that. The birds sang happily, people were enjoying their summer, and tourist were oblivious to the pain of my life.

It was my last place to stay. A place that should have bridge the gap between escape and freedom. I was being forced out.

6 a.m. I awoke,  grabbed my children, babies rather, and strapped them into the cumbersome double stroller.  All my possessions in that one child carring device. I had to dress and change them in the bathroom of a grocery store. The reality of it hit home, hard. Tears found a path down my face as I did my job as a mother. Wiping them clear, I squared my shoulders, lifted my head and made my way out of the store and in search of the person that could have saved this from ever happening. My mother.

With the heat beating down on us,  I walked several miles to the home I escaped from in the first place. Not to live,  but to contact a person she disliked.  That person was my only hope remaining.  Four states away, my life would have to start over. ..again.

Through my toughest trial, the sun shined happily in the sky.  Not at all sympathetic to my life. Each year I remember as that traitorous sun shines happily and find peace in the rain.

Your Beloved Author,
Sandra Easter