Category: A Look into the Sunshine

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I Love the Body that God Gave Me…

Sharea Farmer, LCSW

I Love the Body that God Gave Me.   I have many people in my life in search for the “perfect body.”  Whatever that means?  They look in the mirror and see a body that is hideous.  At least that is what they have convinced themselves with silly self talk about their bad “shape” or “look.”   Each year they make these ridiculous exercise goals.  You know the ones; “I will lose weight or fit into those skinny jeans.”  So for the first couple of weeks, and in some cases months, they spend an exhausting amount of energy trying to stick … Continue reading I Love the Body that God Gave Me…

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The Stroll

Sharea Farmer, LCSW

When I can’t write I find a picture or go people watching to help inspire.  Then I force myself to freestyle the feelings into words.  These were last night’s inspirational pictures hope you enjoy; “The Stroll”.   We begin by taking a stroll under a dark sky; The stars now act as our guiding light. The wrestling sounds of the waves, Plays like drums in the background. Your hand, now finds its way into mine. The sand tickles between our toes; Each step more relaxing than the one before. We stroll. At each break; Our eyes connect; we capture this … Continue reading The Stroll

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Reconcilable Differences Part 3

Sharea Farmer, LCSW

The Other Woman “The other woman finds time to manicure her nails; the other woman is perfect where her rival fails.  And she’s never seen with pin curls in her hair…  And when her old man comes to call, He’ll find her waiting like a lonesome queen.  ’cause when she’s by his side it’s such a change from her old routine.  ”  Nina Simone   When I was younger I absolutely  fell in love with Nina Simone’s music.  I would sit quietly on this plastic covered couch trying my hardest not to scratch or get caught playing my grandmother’s records.  … Continue reading Reconcilable Differences Part 3

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No Fuss

Sharea Farmer, LCSW

No Fuss You don’t make a fuss over me Don’t spend time trying to convince me of my beauty You can careless about the style of my hair Make-up on or off, you never seem to care I can think through an outfit all day long To you it’s nothing different Chances are you won’t remember a thing I had on I don’t remember the last time you looked me in the eyes Just to tell me that I’m beautiful Come on, really you still can’t understand why I’m not making a fuss as I walk out the door. Continue reading No Fuss

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Timeless

Sharea Farmer, LCSW

Timeless In the Winter’s snow there was no holding me. Spring flowers bloomed and I plucked them alone. Summer rain, I watched from the window; Where were you? Fall came and I was refreshed; it was time I faced this change. You were suppose to come for me a long time ago I waited patiently and trusted the love we shared But as the seasons changed so did we. In no time I was settling for what felt like free. Now I rest my head on shoulders; that don’t belong to you. Dance to music that reminds me There is … Continue reading Timeless

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Imperfections of the Soul

Sharea Farmer, LCSW

Imperfections of the Soul   I’m glad you helped me: to make a fool of myself one more time. Helped me realize how easy it is to lose focus on what matters. Thanks for making me say things. I thought I could never say again. For helping me believe there has to be “better” out there, yet you’re not it. I’m glad you helped me: to understand that it’s too late for apologies, or simply realize everything that glitters definitely isn’t gold. Thank you for making me know I can feel pleasure, when I thought I never would again.   … Continue reading Imperfections of the Soul

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Perfect Stranger

Sharea Farmer, LCSW

Perfect Stranger   In the arms of a stranger, I search for my sanctuary. I come to you for the familiar touch of your hands.         The way you command my every move when we are together As if you know all about what I need. Yet you know nothing about me or my needs. You are merely a stranger.   Clearly, I am not convinced of your abilities to understand without understanding. Instead, I exhaust myself in the pleasures of what you do and not what you say you do. You are merely a stranger. I … Continue reading Perfect Stranger

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Perfect Imperfection

Sharea Farmer, LCSW

Perfect Imperfection Although I’m embarrassed to say I never knew You would have such a spot in my heart when we met.   And just like us,                         our meetings,                                           they got so complex. Convinced that our worlds were so different I resolved myself to the thought, “We would never be.” Because of my inflexible and stubborn ways most of what I felt                         I never expressed.  And I know you clearly have two sides.  So here is what I never said                                                 But always felt. Continue reading Perfect Imperfection

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Soapbox Wednesday: Everyone Has Them

Sharea Farmer, LCSW

Everyone has them… As much as I have found my level of peace; I am human.  There are certain things that no matter what I do, either rub me the wrong way or triggers that “C’mon Son,” thought in my head.  No, I’m not talking about the normal pet peeves; rude people, inconsiderate smokers, bad drivers, or those dreadful movie talkers.  I’m talking about those things that may only have an impact on that very moment, but until it happens again, you totally forget how much that annoys you.  You know, like carrying a large number grocery bags in both … Continue reading Soapbox Wednesday: Everyone Has Them

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Empty

Sharea Farmer, LCSW

E  m  p  t  y Was all I felt. I focused on my success. That’s it. I needed a better job. Now I could impress the best of them with my resume. But would give it all up To feel set free.   So I changed my focus to my home Maybe if I owned my own. That would help I just knew it would… Yet I came home and I still felt alone   Longing, each day seemed so lonely. All these people around me. Each one telling me they know what’s best. I was being pulled in so … Continue reading Empty