Readers we’ve made it to Tuesday which can only mean one thing. Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge at the GoDogGoCafe. This week the challenge is to write a poem containing the words “if we never”. I strongly encourage you to check out this online cafe, the dont bite. My poem is titled Spirit of God I’ll explain more after the poem.
Spirit of God
If we never looked outside
We may think we’d be happy in our lives
But the world has a way
Of taking stuff away
The bubble guaranteed to burst
By the Spirit of God’s grace
I fell out of my place
I went outside
And to my surprise
Discovered the human race
Theres good theres bad but no ugly
For revolution is hiding in all
All struggle and suffer oppression
From outside as well as in
For in the world theres haves and have nots
But every human being
Has things they desperately need
Needs blind our vision
Bubbles cocoon us in
Startled by bubble breaking
Falling Outside into dark
Scared alone and fearful
Frightened of my heart
Outside I found the others
For sure they were different from me
But after I took off the glasses
I could see things similar to me
The others outsides all varied
Their insides were different as well
But when I looked at them closely
Well the shock I now will tell
The others were not really that different
It was the bubbles that held us in hell
Outsides not that scary
My hearts now stronger than hell
I learnt about Good the hard way
Like others fell flat in my face
But the Spirit of God is canny
And cares about the human race
I slowly learnt to trust it
I know I will be ok
But you others you all matter
I’m worried your bubbles won’t break
Outside I found many not bubbled
And because we had no bubbles
Are vision cleared as well
We decided oursides didnt matter
It was our insides we wanted to know
We had some sameness and some differents
But the truth rang clear as a bell
If we concentrated on the sameness
And considered the differents in us quirks
We could all band together
And live in a world that works
Us without the bubbles
Care deeply about you
We know the hurt of bubbled
We were bubbled once too
You must escape your bubbles
And breaking them is hard to do
We’ve created a great escape plan
We are coming to help you
The Spirit of God that guides us
We dont know what God is
But Goodness broke our bubbles
We know how powerful goodness is
If any of you others can hear us
From inside the pain filled cocoon
We’re breaking in to rescue
You others who matter within.
Care Hurts Healthing Hurts
Its confession time Readers, I’m a revolutionary. Please believe me when I say I never set out to be part of a revolution. Unfortunately I just haven’t got it in me to be a bystander to abuse. My bubble burst a long time ago you see.
The trauma that broke my bubble hurt like hell, almost killed me, the subsequent traumas the same, more so at times. It could of gone either way. I was lucky the repeated traumas completely destroyed my bubble. However I’ve know some who have also had these sort of horrendous traumas that now have incredibly strong, hard bubbles that you cant see through at all.
The Grace of the Spirit of God
I feel incredibly grateful and blessed that my bubble is destroyed. It hurts my soul so much to know that must people still live in bubbles. The tougher, stronger the bubble the more my soul pains for the others inside. That’s the whole idea of #OtherLivesMatter it’s the suffering of those others who we need to help.
It hurts to care, my poem to the family aid was my way of saying sorry for not understanding to my family aid of over 25 years ago. I hope they get to read it one day, I hope they smile as years slip away in the knowledge that they did their job extremely well.
If you do read it I want you to know there are tears of happy remembering in my eyes as I write this. Yes you made a MASSIVE impact on that broken teenager. I did cry when I read your writing in the Subject Access Request. THANK YOU for your care.
Accidental Spirit of God Revolution
Yes there are tears in my eyes as I write this, these tears are okay. Having emotions is okay part of being a human. I like feeling emotions when I was trapped by that bubble I couldn’t feel emotions very well. The bubbles cocoon stopped the emotions reaching me. I reckon that was the part that hurt so much, not feeling the hurt via emotionally.
Now, free of that evil bubble, I can see the damage bubbles do. The worst damage is done by people trapped in bubbles to others trapped in thicker, stronger bubbles. It’s because of this damage, I think it’s the not feeling emotions rather than the impaired sight, that harms. That’s why Spirit of God recruited me on the sky as it were. God, Master Life never said Billie your going to play a key role in a worldwide revolution.
What would I of done if I’d known at the start? If I had known that I’d be homeless, and all the rest would I of done the same things? Actually yes. I would of chosen to do exactly the same at those key decision points. I can’t be a bystander to others being abused. Definately cant see vulnerable hospital patients abused, it’s already been proven WordPress so not defamatory.
Call it Prisonbreak instead
The word revolution can make people scared. So let’s call it a prison break instead readers. Because I’m on a recruitment drive. Readers I want you to help me break the others out of their bubble prisons. Who’s with me and #SpiritOfGod ?!!!
OtherLivesMatter we must help them escape their torment. BTW I think I may of broken a few important people out of their bubble prison tonight. Twitter @BillieHuman If any officials ask just tell them God the Power of Goodness, one who must be worshipped told me to do it. #SpiritOfGod is extremely good at making sure God’s revolutionaries are kept safe.