Spring Stream is a poem by Ramelle, to celebrate Springtime
(Ramelle Carter Blog)
The fresh air is pure bliss
Cleanliness of the vibrant smell of success is what scores high on the list
God straightens a pathway to undisputed truth
At my golden age of forty plus; I am exceptionally still in my youth
A curtsy stance is the best way to show it off, “My Pleasure,” I speak
As low in my self-esteem, I sink, lands me close to self-defeat
When springtime arises, I gladly acknowledge the superb greeting it brings to my heart
I will not utter the idea of this being the point of no return; I am much too smart
The shapes, colors, lights, camera action and it all goes away
Play my cards right, and nothing can lead me astray
Now here the season of spring has sprung
The flowers sing and dance a song
Spring stream down my eyes thus has begun
More women need to speak up against Domestic Violence
Today begins another saga, when finally my mind is at ease, the dirt of my past rears its ugly head. I am receiving the annoying phone calls from my ex; the nerve of him to start things up again, this charges my reaction to the cycle of my domestic endurance. The preparation of discovering what obstacles are coming my way is interesting; I am confident that I will get my peace and swag back. I prefer not discuss all the consistencies of this affair. I won custody of our children, and we divorced I thought the pain was over. My kids are the best, mom and dad issues have nothing to do with our love for them. We don’t see each other, and things are great; I have no bitterness or anger.
The dysfunction began as a result of his domineering drug abuse dependence.
My first case with him began in 2003, when he took his fist to both my eyes, I got black eyes from the dysfunction, thus the first restraining order. I remember the court date, the lawyer pleaded with me to testify in the case but instead I stayed home. A mistake I find disheartening, especially now the news flash shows a brave soul standing up for her rights and taking down the jerks.
Consequently, I have taken charge of my life; my bravery most likely will help others. I share stories like this to uplift and above all shed light, to see that you are not alone, it’s effortless to pretend that nothing has happened. Yes, sharing bad moments of the past will begin a cycle of change, a significant difference that should shift in a right direction that will prepare more women and maybe even men to speak up, you are not alone, do not keep silent.
Love shouldn’t hurt or put bruises on your body
For more information, please visit
National Coalition Against Domestic Violence
******My ex-husband did deeply apologize for everything and now suffers Mental Illness, I wish him well*****