An encounter ...

I sent out a cry for help and it was answered. This is sort of how it went down…

Never Alone

In the depth of my misery
In the cloudy fog of pain
A quiet yet firm voice spoke

In the heart of my remorse
In the hollow pit of emptiness
The words were strong and clear

“I am here
I have always been here
Will you let me help?”

In surrender to my Lord
A calm stillness overshadowed
the hurt, the anguish, the agony

The constricted chest
Still tight
The hollow tummy
Still empty
The broken heart
Still in pieces
The cloudy mind
Still foggy
The torn soul
Still ripped

Beyond all is the spirit
Alive, strong, and whole
In His hands, His control
Have faith, just believe

©2009 Christina Sempebwa

Deep expressions...

I fell off the deep end and it's as if I have never learnt to swim! I have heard that you never forget this sort of thing so I don't know for the life of me why I can't seem to stay afloat. I am sending out a prayer for help ...

Help me Lord

There's a constriction in my chest
However much I try to relax it
It just becomes tighter and tighter

There is a pit in my tummy
However much I try to fill it
It just grows deeper and deeper

There is a hole in my heart
However much I try to mend it
It just gets bigger and bigger

There is a cloud over my mind
However much I try to clear it
It just becomes thicker and thicker

There is a tear on my soul
However much I try to repair it
It just spreads out more and more

Dear Lord, I pray
Please help me!

An expression ...

Most of the time I write for children, but this below is an attempt at writing something deep, emotional and from the heart. My usual genre was hard to by pass so along the way there are new words and words that don't make sense at face value. I encourage you to look below the surface and see if this says anything at all to you.



Aboard the Banenbrown



My life was calm and organized
With a firm solid simple routine
Then out of the blue it bamugalised
Crept over me, a smothering smoky screen
My heart completely turned upside down
Righting occasionally then plummeting again
My emotions threatened me to drown
The pain, the pleasure, should I complain?

All it took was a word
A sentence, a phrase, quite absurd
Rational thinking became pretty blurred
Hidden feelings surfaced, up all stirred
A promise, a touch, a look
And a tingling will gradually spread
Like a river or soft flowing brook
Taking all coherence, asparagus thread

I’m sinking, what shall I do?
Crazy passions weigh me down
Seek pleasure, pursue cordon bleu?
Or lucidly dismount the banenbrown?
My cloudy head can’t think
My heart is in control
My blood’s turned purplish pink
My sanity? marsupial mole


©2009 Christina Sempebwa