Michelle Kidwell

Freelance Author, Sunday School Teacher, Amateur Photographer, born and raised in the Sierra Nevada Foothills, California side...

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Michelle Kidwell

Freelance Author, Sunday School Teacher, Amateur Photographer, born and raised in the Sierra Nevada Foothills, California side...

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I Am But A Puzzle

Michelle Kidwell

1 min read

I am but

A puzzle

Jagged edges

Missing pieces

Of a picture

That doesn't

Always fit.

I am a melody

With music

Being added

To everyday.

I am a song

That's not

Always sung

In the perfect key.

I am but

A puzzle

A thousand pieces

That don't always

Fit

In a

Perfect

Way

Sometimes we

Have to

Force the

Pieces

To fit,

Much like

Life itself.

I am but

A puzzle

One of many

In this life

...

No Stone Unturned, No Promise Intact

Michelle Kidwell

1 min read

You carried

With you

Shiny promises

Of who you were

Who

You would be

Beautiful promises

That didn’t tell

The full story.

Your words

Echoed gentle

At first

Pretty promises

Shimmered to perfection.

But words are only

As strong

As the person

Speaking them

My heart echoes

No Stone left unturned,

No promise left

Intact.

The promises you

Had polished so neatly

Shined to perfection

You threw ...

Never Again

Michelle Kidwell

1 min read

Words of hate

Belittled humiliated

Hatred seeps through

Every pore

His love had

Been a masquerade

A game played never

Real

Never again

Would his words

Shatter a broken ego.

A fist

A bruise

A dream shattered

Happily ever after

Ended in pain.

Never again

Would she fall

For false truths

Empty lies.

He used his

Words his perceived

Power

To break her

Down

Destroy her worth

Never again

Wo...

Painted Perfection

Michelle Kidwell

1 min read

The idea of you

Polished to a shine

Placed on a mantel

Ready to show off

Love

But was it really

Or something else.

I had this

Vision

Painted to perfection

A vision of love

Written in the skies

But people make mistakes

And sometimes the fantasy

The shined to perfection

Dream is weak.

Love,

This perfect

Idea of you

And I

Not so perfect

But we painted it on

Paper

Black ink

On white paper...

Can You Keep A Secret

Michelle Kidwell

1 min read

Can you

Keep a secret?

The bruises told

Me I could not

Words spoken but

Not spoken.

Hand shaped bruises

That spoke of pain.

Cowering in our

Garage

Hiding from the pain

The hands that hurt her.

Her story is not

Mine

Thank God

But I knew

Even as a girl

When she asked

“Can you keep

A secret?”

I had to say

“Not this one.”

The pain in her

Eyes, the stories

Told but not told

A reminder that ...

Why He Still Believed In Love

Michelle Kidwell

1 min read

She had this

Way magic

In a kiss

Love spelled

With sweet lips.

She made him

Feel that love was

Real

Romance in the

Air .

She wrapped her

Arms

Around his

Heart

Whispered sweet

Nothings in his ear.

He told her

Love was more

Than a myth

A broken dream

It was written in

The stars

He saw in her

Eyes

And that’s

Why he still

Believed in love.

August.03....

Casting Shadows

Michelle Kidwell

23 min read

“I’m scared.” Celine swallowed, the moonlight casting shadows, but it wasn’t the darkness she was afraid of, I knew that.

I placed a hand on Celine’s shoulder, my little sister needed me in a way, she never had before.

“Everything’s changed.” She sighed, as she gently squeezed my hand.

A week before, her world changed, and I had found myself driving to the hospital in a daze, an accident a...

The False Prophet

Michelle Kidwell

1 min read

She had fallen for it, all of it! He’d convinced her, he’d convinced all of them he was the Messiah, but he’d used his power to rape, mutilate and murder.

At sixteen, she’d ran away from home to join them, for this perceived fantasy, fake salvation. But only Jesus had the power to save, and he didn’t do it, by hurting girls, by bringing children in to be hurt.

“There was never a prophecy, it w...

There’s Something Magical

Michelle Kidwell

1 min read

There’s something

Magical

About childhood

Days

The moments

Captured

In old Polaroid

Photos

And dreams

Written in

Youth.

There’s Something

Magical

About youth

The feeling of

Freedom

Of Hope.

Tomorrow holds

The promise

Of all

You can

Be.

There’s something

Mysterious about

Youth

Moments frozen

In time

Captured

In journal pages

And

Old Photos

Of long ago

Days.

There’s something

Beautif...

Down A Garden Path

Michelle Kidwell

1 min read

Find me down

A garden path

Where beauty

And nature meet

Where God’s bounty

And grace meet.

Find me down

The garden path

Where the fragrance

Of flower and fruit

Fill the air.

Where serenity

And grace

Meet us there.

Find me down

The garden path

Where I can gather

In a beautiful

Place

Of solitude

And prayer.

Find me down

The garden path

Where beauty

And grace meet

In a beautiful place

O...