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“Dear Love, Thanks..Again” By Ebony D. Miles

Dear Love,

Thanks..again.

For getting my hopes up..again.

For Making me believe in you..again.

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For Allowing me to open up to you…again.

All for what?

To get hurt? Again and again?

I’m on the brink of being done with you.. again.

But this heart just won’t allow me to give up on you…again.

My body Will still long for you..again.

But Why? What did i do to you for you to hurt me..again?

Here i am questioning myself..again.

Wondering if I’m not woman enough…again.

Wondering if I’m even capable of being loved..again.

But all i have is visions of what could be.

Visions of what I’m destined to have.

Visions of what i believe i deserve

But i wonder do i truly deserve it..again?

So thanks love..again.

For fooling me once again.

For bringing the tears..again.

Asking God to hear my cry…again.

Thinking He must be tired of me about this..again.

So.. thanks love..again.

Sincerely,

~The Vision Blogger~

“Space” by Ebony D. Miles

20190331_180721I allowed you to enter through my heart this time, thinking things just might be different this go ‘round.
You entered through each receiving chamber while breaking down every layer I built with straw.
You flowed freely through my veins, calmly as a stream that lead through my entire body straight to my mind.
You conquered every wave of me, effortlessly, like a captain sailing a ship in well-known waters,
Knowing exactly where to turn, exactly where to slow down, and exactly where to land.
“I love you,” you’d say, with confidence I had never imagined I could fathom.
The words would enter my ear canal, straight to my heart, where each time you say it, the phrase stamps to it like it would a passport,
To remind me of the places you send me, the promises you make, my soul and breath you take.
The last time you said this phrase was followed by the conjunction, “But”.
“But” held so much weight, my body started to shake, not knowing what would come next.
“I need space.”
Space?
Space to do what?
“Just space to get my mind together.”
Because of the love I have for you, I grant your wish, while I begin to rebuild the layers of my heart no longer with straw, now with bricks.

 

~The Vision Blogger~

“The Merry-Go-Round of You” by Ebony D. Miles

 

efd8f637bae1ed89354fb681c34ee4c23973760859626879600.jpgWe begin at a slow pace, close to the middle but not quite there yet. As you gaze lovingly into my eyes, telling me what I want to hear, you spin us slowly with your foot hanging off the side. Having full control now, you’re to your feet spinning me faster and faster, but instead of love in your eyes, there’s fear. Fear of allowing me to make it to that middle chamber which holds the very depth of you, your heart under lock and key. I look away as to not become distracted for the task at hand, to stand as we spin. Stand for you, stand for me, stand for us. Your heart, I hold the key but I’m getting sick to get to this lock. If I can just get there, the fear would cease, I pray. As I build up my strength to take step by step, you’re no longer focused on me. Your hands are in your pockets. You’re walking away until your body is now dark. I spin and spin as it starts to rain, light showers, light thunder, but I sit now just waiting for you to come back and ride with me. Now the ride has completely stopped and all sickness and dizziness relieved. I make my way to the chamber to find there’s no heart, no lock, no key. The very thing I struggled for, became sick for, fought like hell for, compromised myself and what I believe in for, is gone. Then, in the distance there’s a light. The light appears to be similar to my previous designation, another chamber, but it has no lock, the door is open, just open. I step off the ride with no hesitation, no thoughts besides just getting there. As I get closer, I see the chamber is on another ride and you’re there spinning another round, gazing lovingly into her eyes, telling her what she wants to hear with your foot hanging off the side.

~The Vision Blogger~

 

“Vision To Believe” By Ebony D. Miles

This morning, God gave me a glimpse of a smile I had never seen before on my face. I was in the middle of the dance floor, staring at a figure, but I couldn’t see their face. Calvin Richardson’s “Can’t Let Go” was playing in the background and all I could focus on was the figure’s lips moving with the words of the song. In my hands, I felt fabric of a dress, which I could have possibly be trying to keep off the floor as I swayed to the beat of the song. Then, I realized, I’m driving to work. Could this be my wedding day I see? The thought became crazy because it’s not that I’m giving up on love, but marriage it’s starting to feel like a gray-area I’ll never enter. Yet, I still believe, and wish, and pray, and hope, and dream, then just smile them all away. So, I continue on to my destination and as the radio plays, Calvin Richardson’s “Can’t Let Go” begins. Light, small tears start to form in the corners of my eyes as I sing along, remembering the smile God just showed me. The hopes and dreams come right back to make me believe God won’t forget about me.

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“Love, In A Sense” By Ebony D. Miles

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The touch it gives places me in a space of comfort and safety when I am neither content nor protected.

I lay my sight upon its face with eyes filled with pureness and generosity, which can only be given by a true lover or a wolf in sheep’s clothing. 

As the well-known song is played bursting with ready-made promises, I defend its character instantly and put my trust in these common lyrics that tend to attach themselves to my heart like stitches, binding the wounds made by another.

As my tears flood my ears, like the lyrics, feelings of hope and peace wipe them away, giving a sense I thought I lost.

The taste of my sweetness on the lips of this imagination displays willingness to devour all of me with no limits, giving the complacency of love to take a good grip.

With all these senses, I gain remorse and shame, despair and agony, resentment and anger, which cost me my ambition, my confidence, and nearly my life.

This love gave me sense. Sense enough to live, even if it was just a fantasy.

~Ebony D. Miles, The Vision Blogger~