I could not love you Even if you were Lying next to me As it would be A dangerous friendship And it would be Too close for comfort As I’d get hurt And I’d get my heart broken I know Because your love Could fill three oceans Yet none of them Swimming pools For me…
“Look up. Shut down that phone, look up from that display. We have a finite existence, a set number of days…”
The tears. They come out of nowhere. Here and there. Surprises. And balm. — Brenda Johima
Life will lift you Where you want to go Happy healthy Well and whole Isn’t just a dream It’s home It’s home — Brenda Johima
The mind goes The mind wanders The mind drifts The mind repeats Itself Again and again The mind travels On trips you wish to avoid The mind takes detours On roads you’d rather not travel The mind jogs on paths You’d prefer to avoid The mind then races As if On a marathon Of hope.…
— all over the map — mish mash mish mash — hotchpotch — hodgepodge — — Brenda Johima
Behind closed doors Love hurts And heals Hearts break Open Even More To Open To an even greater love —Brenda Johima
Seems the poetry is flowing So I’m going With it. —Brenda Johima
I prefer to live in the living. Not surviving. Not trying. But Being. All that I can be. Death is in the far far distance. But. Survivor does not call my name. Life calls louder. Life yells loudly. “Come here Brenda! Let’s play!” —Brenda Johima
Good morning! I’ve had a few Twitter conversations regarding this topic so I thought I’d share my opinion on the word breast cancer “survivor” which people keep telling me that I will be, in time. I’m focused on thankfulness, gratitude and looking for everything and everybody that I can be grateful for. I’m telling people…