Clothed in Space and Grace

2 Corinthians 12:9 by jaime

I am just reading an empowering post about Space and Grace when its lovely author Bikurgirl asked me to share my thoughts… then I read my dear friend Mel is also asking for space and grace’s meaning. 

Coincidentally, The Script’s It’s Not Right For You started playing on my ears and the lyrics that tugged my heart goes like this:

“It’s hard enough trying to live your life. But not following your dreams made you dead inside.”

So voila.. I am now writing about my own Space and Grace… and that should begin with multiple of confessions.

  1. I am a perfectionist,  purist (as darling Dajena and I discussed:)). I am hard on myself. I want to do things right, always right. I blame myself for my mistakes that can be traced back so many years ago.  Thus, I worry about failing. I can’t forgive other’s mistake, much more mine.
  2. I have OCD tendencies, in all aspect of my life. I plan my blog posts. I plan my work-tasks. I plan my mid-month budget. I plan everything that I can plan ahead of time.
  3. I am sensitive to what people think. Hence, A Reading Writer is a SECRET  to the people who knows me in real life. Hence, my blog is NOT linked to my Facebook account, which is mostly where the ‘physical’ me resides. I am too afraid to know what my physical friends think of my poems and fictions. Too afraid of all the negative things that may happen when I open my blog to the people who know the real me.
  4. I am hurt when people who I read and comment doesn’t do the same with me. I know people are busy, real-life is happening but there are just some bloggers who I tried to visit for a few times to test if we can be friends or somehow a mutual-reader but they are not kind enough to even take a look on what I have to offer. The worst part is that I see their comments around, so they have time to comment, but NOT on me. That hurts me personally.
  5. I have my demons. Sometimes I can silent them, sometimes I cannot. Most of the time, the loudest is named ENVY. 
  6. I put myself last, in everything. My family’s my first priority. I gave them all until the only thing that left’s in me are crumbs that I can barely it. And I realized that somehow it made me tired.

I am now naked in front you so it’s time to clothe myself with space and grace.

Space and grace
oh, I’m in dazed.
Can you clothed
my naked mind’s maze?

Yes, oh yes
you answered.
I am a choice
you can still make.

Here’s your dress
named freedom.
The freedom
to embrace the real you.
The freedom
to choose what’s right and true.

Here’s your shoes
named courage.
The courage to accept
you’re far from perfect.
The courage to bleed
when you’re smashed and wrecked.

Here’s your crown
named grace.
The grace to pick
your broken shards.
The grace to not just breathe
but live your life.

Space and grace
oh, I’m amazed.
Please remain within
my mind’s clothed maze.

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Indulgy




47 thoughts on “Clothed in Space and Grace”

  1. oh wow, wow, wow! This is an amazing post that took courage to write and guts to post. I am so quoting this and including your amazing words in a follow up post (posts?). This is one of the most beautiful posts I have ever read on here. #2 and #4 apply to me too! I plan everything down to what I will eat for the next week, the next month etc. Then I put all of that food together in one go and freeze it. I have a hard time planning blog posts though I do plan the character arcs in my book series way ahead of time, ahead even of the plot.

    #6 used to apply to me which is why my sister’s death hit me so hard. I was so used to rearranging my life to accommodate her needs so that if we went anywhere, she could enjoy herself if she was feeling okay. Once she was gone, I was at a loss. I had no idea what to do with myself. I didn’t need to come home from work and spend an hour motivating her or cheering her up. You can’t be responsible to someone else’s happiness but I didn’t get that memo. I kept trying to make her feel better about herself and about life. I couldn’t live with the dark cloud of her misery hanging over my head and then one day it was gone because she was gone.

    Your poem is just perfect. I love that freedom, courage and grace are all ingredients. I would love to pick up on those ideas in a post. If you’d like to expound on that, let me know! We can co-write the post! Or you can send me your ideas and I can author it and cite you. Whatever works. You have such beautiful outlook and it deserves to be shared widely. Maybe it can help others. Your friendship has helped me and i am so grateful that we met on here.

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    1. Oh my dear Mel! ❤ ❤ ❤ Thank you for opening up! That part about your sister just wanna make me hug you right now my dear. I think we, older sisters, have that instinct. To protect them, give them the best. I remember when I hold our youngest in my arms. That moment when she turns gray and then red and then gray again. That moment when we rushed her to the hospital and I almost become her mom beacuse our mom can't stand yet. I think that moment, when she almost died in my arms, is the reason why I put her first all the time.

      Thank you for your kind words for my poem! Your question inspired them! 😉 And… YES I would love to co-write a post with you! 😉 Just tell me when. 😉

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      1. Oh wow, I understand your devotion to your sister. I would feel the same way. I’m glad that she survived! I’d love to cowrite a post with you about grace–maybe moments of grace? How to recognize them? What do you think?

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  2. Rosey, this is a beautiful heartfelt post. I feel your hurt when you feel ignored by other bloggers sometimes. Don’t feel badly, we all do from time to time. People may be following so many people that they cannot manage to follow anymore people. There are so many people I would like to follow but I sincerely don’t have the time. I think there are many of us in the boat. Beautiful post!

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  3. This poem is beautiful, and your confessions reminds me of someone. 😉 I used to be terrified of telling people in my “real life” that I wrote. It wasn’t until a few years ago when I started building some confidence that I told people. Of course, I don’t have much confidence in my writing right now, but it’s nice to hear some good feedback. I am slowly getting there. And, Rosema! Your writing is beautiful! Don’t be afraid of what others think. Also, I apologize if I don’t comment a lot. Usually it is because I’m quite scatter-brained and sometimes I’m even very shy and don’t know what to say. Again, this poem is absolutely gorgeous. :]

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  4. Such a touching poem while baring your own self naked to all of us! I guess all of us are really lucky to know you personally in this manner (to meet the other side of you)!
    You know what, there are many points which I can relate to in this post, but the third point is exactly even what I do. I haven’t linked my Facebook account either, just for the same reason 😀

    Hugs 😊😊😊😘 ❤

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  5. Beautiful piece on space and grace. We all things about us that aren’t perfect, things we do, or things that bother us. You don’t need to be perfect. Just be you. Lovely bible verse, I think of that one a great deal to. It’s hard not to gave envy. I try to remind myself I’m blessed. I hope one day soon you are able to have the things you want so much. Treat yourself sometimes Rosema, you deserve it 🙂

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  6. I agree with some of the points. I do plan things too. Maybe not to an OCD level but yes, I like to plan things ahead. I used to listen to others and take to heart what others said/thought about me. But that got me into major trouble since I was a child. Well, you’ve read the poem so you know 🙂 So I’ve stopped caring to a certain extent. I will acknowledge them and accept them but I’m in a place where I know myself well enough now to know what they say may not necessarily be true. I don’t reach the arrogant level, of course, but yes, i don’t blindly accept what they think about me or anything related to me. With point 4, I’m so-so. I agree with Priceless Joy (don’t know his/her name). Sometimes it’s hard to visit every blog you follow and comment on them. We’ll all end up forever in the blogging world 😀 (which is not a bad thing;) ) So don’t feel bad about them, dear 🙂 As for demons, yes. We all have them. I don’t think there’s anyone who doesn’t. As for the last point, been there done that again.
    Wow! We have a lot in common 😀

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    1. Oh dear. Thank you, NJ for sharing your thoughts and opening up, too! I truly appreciate it. ❤ ❤ ❤ AND YES! We have a loooot in common and I loove it. 😉 It's great that we're able to meet here. ❤

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  7. This is a wonderful heartfelt post. I truly admire your courage in baring all here. I’m not a social person, thus I don’t have much physical friends. The only friends I have are here in WP, and you are definitely one of those closer ones.
    I find it hard to constantly visit all the blogs I follow. But you are doing a wonderful job. I really admire your passion and strength. Don’t be so hard on yourself. You are an awesome and talented girl, a must-have friend in WP. I believe everyone who knows you, loves you as much as I do!
    So please don’t belittle yourself. You are special! 😘❤️❤️❤️

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    1. awwwww. You are just the sweetest my dear Funsie!!! ❤ ❤ ❤ Thank youuu! and know that you are one of my closest and truest friends, too! ❤ ❤ ❤ you are a blessing and equally special! 😉


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