Cinquain….Emotions

Emotions

remind us,

we are alive.

Sad,happy,anxious,scared

Human

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

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I Won’t Give Up

I won’t give up, I simply can’t,

it’s not the way I was made.

Within me lies the will to live,

best made plans have been laid.

What am I to do when hope runs out?

No silver lining in sight.

The only thing that makes any sense,

is to face the fire and fight.

So, I’ll fight as though my life depends,

and often, it usually does.

Looking back will surely bring regret,

for all that is and was.

So, I won’t give up, I simply can’t,

it’s not the way I was made.

The fight in me will never die,

nor will I be afraid.

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

Scars

Though scars may fade and even heal,

their presence still remain.

While not allowing us to forget,

our fleshy wounds and pain.

The visible reminders of many journeys,

tough travels over time,

Consistently failing to forgive,

a self-defeating crime.

If only we would realize,

that forgiveness is the truth.

The visible scars may still remain,

 our healing is the the proof.

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

Fem-Flirtation

 

The wink of an eye, the gentle sway of her hips,

the enticing way that words fall from her lips.

A sideways glance, the hint of a smile,

all eyes on her, a sight so worthwhile.

From girlish giggles to womanly laughter,

she’s the main attraction ~ the before and the after.

A jazzy walk with a stylish flair,

the icing on the cake, her beautiful hair.

You’ve caught her attention but only for a moment,

the ball’s in her court ~ she definitely owns it.

 

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

Joy in the Midnight Hour

 

Crimson red, bursts of gold,

God’s beautiful story, breathe colors bold.

Blessed are those who heed his power,

for joy does come in the midnight hour.

When daylight dawns, trouble may return,

His people bear witness to all they have learned.

Their testimonies risk both life and limb,

but the most important thing is to honor Him.

He who gave them proof of his power,

through the joy that came in the midnight hour.

 

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

 

Fear’s Ride

 

The power of fear is so overwhelming,

this I know firsthand.

I’ve allowed it to control a big part of my life,

but finally, I understand.

Fear firmly plants you in your tracks,

no movement in any direction.

Before you know it, you’ve grown accustomed,

to the illusion of its protection.

Fear masters so much false deception,

while entangling one in its throes.

How does one get off this delusional ride?

Where will it stop? Nobody knows.

At last, I’ve gotten off this ride,

and I will not get on again.

The next time fear disguises itself,

and deceitfully invites me in,

 

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

 

Outspoken

 

 

Some say whatever comes to mind,

with hints of sarcasm, through teeth that grind.

 They have no care for whom they hurt,

with the feelings of others, they carelessly flirt.

 The broken pieces left scattered behind,

the shattered framework of tortured minds.

 Blown away by words of distasteful expression,

anxiety is high ~ a pending depression.

 If outspoken words are not carefully chosen,

isolation is inevitable, for in time, words are frozen.

 

 By Sylvia Porter-Hall