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A Pearl

Sharea Farmer, LCSW

Much too young to understand Pain came in my life and held my hand It hurt so much I pulled away But every day became night I was living in what felt like a serious fight.   I logged this pain deep inside. My memories became the standard lie “I’m fine” But anger grew and I called it; “strength” Still much too young to understand Pain became anger now they both held my hand. But the days became night Ruled by my anger; I felt now I had the upper hand. At least that’s how I stayed in the fight. … Continue reading A Pearl

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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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Work in Progress…

Sharea Farmer, LCSW

Every morning I go into my bathroom and look at the light over my mirror and tell myself; “I really need to put in a replacement.”  Then every day I walk out of there with no intention or plan to complete the project.  The truth is, there are many areas in our lives we look at and even acknowledge have issues and do absolutely nothing.  So similar to my morning routine of looking at the light, the issue remains, without any idea what it could be the consequences.  For example, the lack of light could be affecting my vision or … Continue reading Work in Progress…

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Reconcilable Differences Part 4

Sharea Farmer, LCSW

A Single Woman’s Divorce I hold on for dear life as if your touch was that of my husband The treatment of girlfriends are different than wives.   Words that ring out the story of commitment “I’m not going anywhere.” But I can’t tell you; What if anything would keep you here. I lay alone in my tears. Challenged by my past. Claiming to myself “I will not play this role again.” I rollover to the spot where you once laid your head; These tears don’t make this our place. I tell myself “I am not your wife.” Just because … Continue reading Reconcilable Differences Part 4

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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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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

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Desperate

Sharea Farmer, LCSW

A desperate attempt to make poetry out of you. We greet each other like strangers. We have nothing to discuss, outside of what happened to us. Tired of discussions that turn into arguments “about what was done right and what was done wrong.” We barely speak or see each other as “home.” I promise you that I have searched             and searched all night trying to recall the words I used to describe you             when we first met. Believing that maybe those words would help me get      that feeling of love back. I questioned how             I framed … Continue reading Desperate

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Picking Up The Pieces

Sharea Farmer, LCSW

Picking Up The Pieces I looked in those big brown eyes, they were just so beautiful! The hands that you placed over mine showed me you were a man.  I believed every word you spoke; you were really that fine. Told stories to my friends about how you made me feel just by being around. It may have sound like bragging but that was never my intent. I really just couldn’t help myself; in my heart I just knew that I would always be your girl. I looked at your smile. It was so full, but it fooled us all. … Continue reading Picking Up The Pieces