Tickle Me Monster

In a house that looks just like yours lives a little boy called Christopher. He had three sisters a mum and dad.  He had food for his tummy and a place to sleep at night. He had a room full of toys and friends to play with him but Christopher wasn’t a happy boy of four. He was glum at breakfast, lunch and tea. He  wasn’t happy at school or with his friends. His dad was worried so he tried everything he could to get him to smile.  But Christopher was just not happy!

His dad played tricks on him but it didn’t work. He told funny jokes but he wouldn’t laugh.  He dressed up as a clown and danced around. Not even a smile appeared on Christopher’s face.  His dad bought him ice cream, lollies and cakes. But nothing would work!

One day after weeks of trying his dad was tired and out of ideas. Christopher’s family was very unhappy. His sadness was contagious!. His sister Brittany was the first to go down with it, she wouldn’t play with her dolls. Next came Elise she caught it as she was going to bed. Rhiannon was the last and it happened on a rainy day. His mum was doing washing as she caught the sadness and she couldn’t smile!.

His dad started to get unhappy and found himself frowning too. But then a bright idea came into his mind. So he went and found his family all in the lounge. He said with a big smile I have a friend who would like to come and play. He’s quite harmless and great fun!

They all looked at him with their mouths turned down and said what is it dad. His smile got bigger as he gave a loud laugh and said his names ‘tickle monster’ and he loves to tickle people when they are not happy. They all looked at him and said he sounds like no fun at all. But their dad did not listen but instead rushed forward and started to tickle them all. Christopher started to giggle and the others couldn’t help but join in.  Soon the house was filled with loud laughter as Christopher and his family laughed till they cried. The sadness went away never to be seen again and the tickle monster visited Christopher’s house most days after that to keep the sadness at bay. 

Be True

Mirror mirror on my wall, do I look pretty, beautiful and tall?

Are my legs slim, toned and tanned?

Is my body tiny and small.

Are my lips full, lovely and red?

Is my hair shiny and long.

I don't see any of that at all.

Mirror mirror on my wall am I just right, do I need to lose weight?

Should I stop eating, should I give into it all.

Mirror mirror you never lie to me, mirror mirror you don't laugh or be mean.

Yet you show me who I truly am.

Not slim, toned and tanned but me and that's perfect indeed.

Pieces

Scrubbing, Scrubbing.

Skin red and sore.

Must all be clean, must be free.

Hands touching, traveling places that aren't to be seen.

Leave me alone.

Forcing his hands onto my skin, forcing himself upon me.

I'm dirty, not clean.

Scrubbing my body, trying to ride myself of what happened.

Skin bruised and ugly.

Shame planted in my tummy.

Innocent stolen, violated and broken.

Abused, used, and thrown away.

Left to put the pieces back together again.

Low

Climbing uphill, no end in sight.

Two steps forward, one back.

Rejection after rejection, shakes of heads and disheartenment felt.

Doubting myself, I'm not good enough or so I've heard.

When will it end.

Positivity burning out, faith and trust no where to be found.

God where are you now.

I need a yes, I need for it to end.

A Cry

Where are you Lord!

Are you there? do you even care.

Do you hear my prayers tonight.

Do you see my need, pain, my fright.

Are you looking down from above, are you going to help me now.

I cry and feel so alone.

Have I fallen from grace, have I not been well behaved.

Will you answer me, will you let me know your there.

Am I just talking to myself, speaking to empty air.

Do you even exist at all?

Are love, grace and hope not real.

I need a friend, I need you God.

If your there, please, give me faith to trust in your will.

To know you will be there to see me through it all.

Hope Is Born

When the light is snuffed out and your fears take hold.

When the rain has started and the sun feels cold.

When doubt visits and parades around.

When your feeling lost, no where to go.

When your on your own and feeling alone.

When the darkness closes in, suffocating and it's hard to breathe.

When the night feels long and there seems to be no end in sight.

Cry out to God and hope will bring you light.

God Alone

I'm a vessel, one simply made and little compared to others in this ocean I sail.

Yet you fill my sails with your spirit and calm my raging seas.

When I'm afraid and don't know where to go. You take control and lead me safely home.

Little Bits

Broken hearted, undesired.

You didn't leave me there.

Broken hearted, I felt deserted.

You loved me and you cared.

Broken hearted you fixed me and made me whole again.

Whole hearted I lay my life down today.

Broken hearted, bits shattered all over the floor.

Broken hearted, your my healer and provider.

My faith will be restored.