Fight Depression

Where are you

Hiding

Your mind’s racing

Quickly

Your body’s shaking

Trembling

I sense fear

Shame

Your stare is

Blank

I’m feeling little

Aggression

Fight for your

Life.

Emotionally, you seem

Broken

There’s nowhere to

Run

Let us in

Depression

Step into the

Sun

Come back soon

Please!

Everyone cares so

Deeply

God loves you

Believe

Trust in him

Recieve

Seek help now

Therapy

Conquer your demons

Recover

God is Life

Discover.

Me Too Am Speaking

COCOA BUTTER MASK

I move with pride                    even though I hide                      the pain inside-                            I speak of shame                      not to defame                                or place blame-                        the embarrassment              was a detriment                          to my temperament-                    I didn’t choose to be a part of any movement or hash tag-      especially if the requirement meant that I’d be privy to sexual molestation-                It is with hesitation                that I proclaim            victimization-                    This is sad…                                  However, my aim                  is to lose the humiliation            that I hold inside-                        The resentment survivors carry, can vary                      from fear to anxiety-                  from depression to grief.            By standing up against abuse,  it’s a slight relief-                      Do I regret speaking up about the who touched me              that night? No-                              At the time (age 10),                    I lied and stated that                nothing was wrong                      but I cried-                            What made me think            that I could be strong enough    to say something,                      to tell my truth-                            When I did                                    I was not believed-                      It was not a reprieve                  It was a game-                              The only thing I achieved was  the name of  a liar.                      Him, he became the victim-      I tried to tell                                  that I was playing in Hell            with the devil                        with a grin-                                    He actually smiled at me            ever so gingerly                      like he was protected-                I felt neglected                          My family                                    did not help me                        My feelings were rejected-        I did not receive a hug,              a kiss or a pat                            on the forehead.                          I got yelled at instead-                Usually my mother                      coated our ills            with Cocoa Butter…                      it was better than pill-          This time, she seemed torn, confused, removed, worn.        I had nobody-                          My scars were infested              by sores                                      My skin bled with spores            of contempt.                                  I was used-                                    Even though                          years have gone by,                      therapy does not conceal            the harmful memories-                                                                        Prayer and meditation helps    to heal the clutter of emotions.  Forgiveness is key-                      I am writing my truth                to liberate me from hate.            Holding such rage in                  is not healthy-                              I pray that I can          shed some anger            towards this dead man.              I will forgive him one day-        My bruises are mine.                  Other people have died              trying to hide much pain.          I say ENOUGH!

My testament is to inspire,      to empower other people          to come forward.                        SPEAK UP!                          DON’T BE AFRAID!                      Seek assistance and put a stop  to this violent crime          before it repeats-                      It’s time to SUPPORT            each other-                                    LISTEN to one another              and mend scars                      that don’t fade-                          Let perpetrators know                their mistreatment won’t be tolerated and they will be punished!

#MeToo     #AmSpeaking            #Itriedtotell     #MyTruth

Reduce the fear                          of double victimization              by giving an objective ear        to someone in need.

Respect The Line of Duty

Wearing a Fire Department uniform is an honor. Providing a necessary service to our community is a duty. Enjoying this privilege comes with a heavy price- burying our brothers and sisters.

Thank You, First Responders!

Many Blessings and Prayers, to all of you, for your courage and dedication. In putting on this uniform, you have to be willing to put your life on the line for your neighbors and for each one of us. May God continue to watch over us and keep us from harm. Much love and respect to Firefighters, Parmedics, EMT’s, Police Officers and a special recognition to Volunteer First Responders (You guys are great)! Always, Respect the JOB and take care of each other. Use your tools and resources wisely. Have pride and do your best work. Stay motivated and BE SAFE!

Rest Well, to those brave souls that have given the Ultimate Sacrifice. 🚒🚑🚓

Love, Firefighter Burrage