Jessie Jeanine

Is it easier to forgive A pet that misbehaves, Than it is to forgive Your child who makes mistakes? Is it easier to forgive The stranger you do not know, Than it is to forgive A spouse with whom you grow old? Is it easier to forgive Satan And accept his worldly woes, Than it […]

Those traumas I’ve faced have not been easy I’ve often questioned their value in tears But it was allowed to shape my character So that into my life He could appear. I will not harbor anger or resentment Nor do I have a need for revenge For God has kept a record of every wrong […]

First and foremost, I will have you know that I am a survivor and a Christian. Secondly, I will share that I have been a victim of most types of abuse: childhood abuse, emotional abuse, physical abuse, sexual abuse, spouse abuse, religious abuse, criminal abuse and even self abuse. The icing on the cake was being […]

Estimated read time: 15 minutes (based upon true events)    Molested Part 1 “They are such a nice foster family, Jess, and they’re excited you’re coming,” my social worker tries to reassure me. “They live on the lake and go fishing off their dock most evenings, and I just know how much you’ll love that!” […]

I want to sing and dance with my arms lifted high Grow a set of wings and soar into the sky. Splash in a puddle, catch raindrops on my tongue A chance to live the childhood, Satan robbed me of. I want to remain innocent, always believing Never afraid, to show what I am feeling. […]

Many possessions I have acquired Collecting things in life, I have aspired. I use to think I was not materialistic But the fruit of my life proves to be different. The Fathers love was foreign to me As I loved the world and the things it gave me. An attempt to replace my pain and […]

My biggest battle comes from within I must sort my emotions and deal with them. My biggest fear, I see in the mirror An empty soul that has never learned to grow.

Standing here all alone I wonder if I can be seen. I am deep in thought with tears I don’t understand what’s happening. I am thinking, but not out loud I wonder if anybody hears me. I write these poems when in fear of life and all that surrounds me.  

A scared little girl I am no longer Helpless and defenseless I cried to my Father. I needed to be safe, the shadows couldn’t hide me The boogie men were real, they could always find me. Unlovable I am, it must be my fault No one wanted me, that is what I thought. Nothing I […]