Marie Slider Henriksen

Fight for Freedom (a Journey poem #2)  Marie Slider  17 April 2018 At the end of the path the darkness gets thick. I push my way through, feeling this is a trick. When I finally see that door so inviting, I feel my breath catch and I know I'm surviving. Suddenly fingers start wrapping around me. They pull me so hard, I fall to my knee. They tug at my heart and tighten the strings. They make me feel many negative things. They get into my mind and wriggle my brain, Changing my thoughts to make me insane. They squeeze at my throat my words disappear, Until the end of my voice starts getting near. They blindfold my eyes with a blur so intense, The hope I saw before looks surrounded by fence. They tie up my feet so I can't take a step, Stealing away my vigor and pep. They reach for my hands so I can't touch the knob, My fingers I'm stretching, go numb and throb. However, this journey that God sent me on, Has given me muscles to help make me strong. I ...

Paying it Forward 8 April 2018 I’m not sure what to write about, yet I know that this is right. I have to keep using my words to stay within the fight. The fight for freedom and happiness has to begin with me. Or else my world is doomed, for all eternity. God gave me a voice to speak, in speaking I can find. The strength to move forward, if only in my mind. Writing helps release, the bonds upon my heart, I know I’ll never be finished, this is just a start. The journey is a long one, I know without a doubt. Sometimes I want to cry, others I need to shout. That does not diminish, the power of my words, For sometimes they take flight, just like little birds. To a broken heart that needs hope and love within, So on their own long journey, they can finally begin. There are many in this world suffering as I did, Because they felt alone, like a lost little kid. Someone was always there, though to them I was blind, And as I look within my past, it’s...

The War I Refuse to Fight 27 March 2018   It’s becoming clearer every day; the war that’s being fought, Between brother, sister, man and wife; hearts are turning to rot. There’s fighting, bickering, slandering and putting others down. Yet in the end, can you find anyone actually wearing a crown? Many find joy in stomping another’s small fire out, Can they not see the darkness they are creating all about? Others try to force their views, like they are the only way. Do we not live in a land of freedom for all to have their say? What’s the point in always putting the other guy down? Do you really enjoy the strain of constantly wearing a frown? Why do we hide our similarities and only bring differences up? In the end must we not all drink from the same bitter cup? Do you think the riches of this world are all you can achieve? Do you think the glory of beating someone, can change the way they believe? Why do we ...

I've had a rough couple weeks.  In my head alot, but I wrote this poem tonight. I'm sharing in hopes it may help someone else. The Mighty Foe 22 March 2018 There's a poem I once wrote about a mighty foe, It's like a dream when I think of so long ago. Back then it was just an average name, Of a liquidy substance some drank in shame. I knew it caused problems it was easy to see, I couldn't fathom to drink it, in the naiive little me. No one could make me, of that I was sure, My heart was still open, my intentions were pure. When I had been offered my first little drink, Something inside me decided not to shrink. I took a sip that I liked, then guzzled it down. If I had anymore I knew I would drown So I swore I would never pick it up again; Then my heart got shattered and my story began: Alcohol started to be my best friend. Anytime I was heartbroken it had an ear to lend. Everytime I was scared it gave me a hand, To help fight my battles or bur...

War, contention, fighting, violence, intolerance, hatred, bitterness, pain, resentments. Sound familiar to everyone? Yeah I thought so. It’s everywhere. EVERYWHERE!!! Negativity is prevailing!!! So it seems anyways. I lived in fear for years, which in turn made me participate in all of these things in one way or another. “No one likes me, everyone hates me; someone hurt me so I have to hurt them; someone made me mad, so I got a resentment; someone isn’t doing what I’m doing, what I want them to do, or what I think they should do, now I hate them because they are wrong; my ideas are better than theirs, I have to prove them wrong or at least I have to make others hate them too; there’s only one way to do this, or that; oh they may not like me (or any other assumptions), ok screw them all, I can do everything myself, and ill push them out of my way to get what I want; oh they look different than me, I hate them; oh they don’t think I’m pretty, I hate myself.” I could go on and on and o...

I started writing this, and I was fighting with the idea to post it, because I’m still working on the strength to continue on this journey of healing, after a little bump in the road. Then as I was reading the Bible, a certain verse was brought to my attention, and again I was prompted that I needed to share this. I’m not sure who this is for, please, just know that God loves you, and the wisdom I have, is that God is watching out for all of us, and He will give us the strength to get through pain, and help others. KJV Ecclesiastes 9:18 “Wisdom is better than weapons of war; but one sinner destroyeth much good.” Confined 22 February 2018 The simple thought to run, goes trailing through my mind, At a million miles per hour, it almost makes me blind. The idea that somehow I should have escaped; The mental confusion, why do I feel raped? That person never laid a finger on me. The fear, nevertheless, was complete reality. Feeling lost, torn, and broken, my ...

Insane Sanity 15 February 2018 This insane sanity that has taken over my mind, Is something, I wish everyone could find. It's the idea that in life, I can actually be free, From doubt, shame, fear and misery. For years I created many false stories, Written in my own mind's laboratories. Somehow I knew love couldn't be mine, And pushing everyone away, was totally fine. I told myself I would forever be, Victim, burden, slave for eternity. I told myself there was no way out, Adhearing to negativity and doubt. I always had hope, one day things would change. Yet I continuing firing down that same lonely range. I now know that was the true insanity, Continuing on that path of righteous vanity. My ego said I was better than everyone, Because I was the only person who wanted to run. When I finally let go, and let someone else drive, My vessel stopped taking so many nosedives. This is the thought that has taken over my life, And cut through all the lies, like a burning knife. Th...