Poetry Corner

Intruder Alert!

Intruder Alert!

Touched by hands that were sweaty, smelly, hands I didn’t want come near me,

Hands that were harden and bruised from the tools he handled earlier on today in the backyard,

He worked for my dad, he was a cousin, a brother, a friend, not a stranger that snuck in, but we handed him the keys, and he unlocked a part of me that made him an intruder to my soul,

I was no longer whole, he took pieces of me and tore me apart like a raged doll, he tore me limb from limb and left me possessed  with a hatred, bitterness and discomfort from myself,

Was pulled down from my polished shelf, brought to the ground, trampled upon and left there,

Tears to my cheeks as I didn’t understand the feelings that rolled over me, like a heavy ,cloak nothing seemed to protect me, My experience shattered how I view sex and I became a victim to the cruelty  of an untamed human.

Forgiveness felt as a mask I was forced to wear, as I wanted to rip it off, let everyone see my hurts and tears, let the world mourn, cry and feel every ounce of my betrayal.

For years I walked liked a sepulcher of bones of dark secrets, and no matter how I tried at first I couldn’t move pass it,

How and why did this happen to me, I couldn’t figure out how God was going to heal me,

Questions without answers, knocking on doors that seemed sealed, and screaming at ears that seemed shut, I went through all sorts of emotions until one day slowly I began to lose my grip on something that was hurting me more than it was hurting him,

God touched my heart and made me at ease, and I learnt to accept what I couldn’t change

I learnt to forgive myself and I forgave him, though nothing wasn’t the same,

God was planning to use my pain to show how ugly we are, and capable of His unconditional love,

And though we fail Him time and time again He forgives us,

And so I forgave and I accepted forgiveness

Written by

Laurna Guiste

Relationships and Marriage, Wife Preparations, Writers Space

Dream VS Lesson

Dream I had recently
I got the inspiration to write about a dream I had recently due to a blog a sister shared and I found them to be sort of similar, I guess it was a reminder and a need to share this message with you guys.
I dreamed I was getting married and on the wedding day the groom was nowhere to be seen, my family were busy into catering and I got really puzzled as to who he was. After much confusion I decided I was going to call off the wedding, but I was too ashamed/embarrassed to inform my family since they already had prepared everything.

confused bride

In my pursuit of locating the groom at the church I saw my ex sitting at the front row, I rushed up to him and hoped he was the groom, getting closer to him I realized he was dressed shabbily but had his usual big smile on his face, we greeted each other and I sat next to him and I couldn’t understand why he wasn’t my groom. The entire church was waiting and I didn’t know who my husband was.
I was persuaded there was no wedding and had to end this charade, as I was about to make the announcement the setting changed to the reception area, and here comes the groom through the doors surrounded by people, he was smiling and waving everyone and guess what ..he was a Muslim.


He wasn’t what I was expected but he was drop dead gorgeous, I remember thinking that our religion/beliefs were different but he was good looking and that was enough for me. I quickly jumped on his arm and headed at the back of the church. When it was time to walk down the aisle I rushed up to my brother who was the dj and asked him to play my wedding song by Johnny Gill he couldn’t find it on the computer got pissed as I realized I never saved it in my playlist. So I told him to play anything , minutes later we were walking down the aisle dancing to this loud obnoxious, out of place soca music and the weird thing is we were all dancing and moving to it. Lolz
As I survey this dream I realize that I got married for the wrong reason, I fell for this guy’s looks without any regard to his background, beliefs, goals, morals or anything deep or permanent rooted in the core of his being. All I saw was the outside, I became infatuated, lusted and was stirred by mare feelings instead of pondering the life changing decision I was making. Marriage as we know should be forever, and love is not mare looks, it is patient, kind and comes with forming a deep connection, it is acceptance of that persons good and bad, cherishing and caring for them beyond your soul regardless of how they look or what they have done.

I guess this dream proves how shallow we women and men can sometimes be when it comes to choosing a mate for life, I bet looks is on top of that list. Also, love shouldn’t be rushed, or confusing, in the dream I didn’t even know the man I was going to get married to, I was disorganized and seemed lost.

Marriage should be planned, organized and you both should be on the same level, romantically, spiritually, socially, overall you should want the same things, you should take time to know each other and decide if you can handle this for life. Notice I said looks and not attraction, I support that you be attracted to your mate 100% and have of course chemistry, what I am referring to here is beauty and charm, appealing body types, love is more than the physical and it is kept by nothing else than a strong foundation which is God.

Written by
Laurna Guiste