{"id":4431,"date":"2018-10-24T08:38:32","date_gmt":"2018-10-24T13:38:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/?p=4431"},"modified":"2018-10-24T08:38:32","modified_gmt":"2018-10-24T13:38:32","slug":"never-too-hard-to-handle","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2018\/10\/24\/never-too-hard-to-handle\/","title":{"rendered":"Never Too Hard to Handle"},"content":{"rendered":"
This is an epic poem. People say there is a message in everything and this particular piece has a very powerful message I want to share.<\/pre>\n
Alongside an old raged building in Mississippi, lay a child. A child balling his eyes out. <\/span>He screamed for help, thinking no one could hear him. He said, \u201cGod, why? At this point, I am ready to give up. Nothing seems to be going right. I have allowed someone to distract me of the one thing I need in life, my education. I\u2019m not performing like I know I can. Plus, I haven\u2019t seen my cousins in about six months now. You know they mean everything to me. They\u2019re my inspiration, my babies, my reason for waking up every morning. I\u2019m miles and miles away from home, away from the only life I knew, away from my mother, the only person I have left. I\u2019m fighting to keep my sanity, but it is hard.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n
By the time he pleaded for help, God had realized his child was deeply hurt. He called upon an angel. An angel that he knew could handle the situation perfectly. Her name was Phylicia. Unlike the other angels, she was calm but assertive. He explained the situation in full. Then he said, \u201cI have called upon your talents to help my child. Use your talent of time travel to show him the memorable times.\u201d She accepted the assignment. <\/span>The first thing she did was pay t<\/span>he child a visit. The conversation went a little something like this: <\/span><\/p>\n
Phylicia: \u201cWake up boy, what\u2019s your name?\u201d<\/span>
\nThe Child: \u201cWho are you?\u201d<\/span>
\nPhylicia: \u201cI asked you a question first.\u201d<\/span>
\nThe Child: \u201cI\u2019m not telling you anything until you tell me who you are and what you want. You know what, I\u2019m calling my mother.\u201d<\/span>
\nPhylicia: \u201cGo ahead, you\u2019ll just look crazy. She won\u2019t be able to see me.\u201d<\/span>
\nThe Child: \u201cAnd why not?\u201d<\/span>
\nPhylicia: \u201cBecause I\u2019m an angel, that\u2019s why. Now, what\u2019s your name?\u201d<\/span>
\nThe Child: \u201cNo, I don\u2019t believe you. Prove it.\u201d<\/span>
\nPhylicia: \u201cI really hate doing this, but okay\u2026.\u201d<\/span>
\nShe opened a portal and instructed him to grab her hand. He hesitantly did so. The portal led to the time when the child was crying, alongside that raged building. <\/span>
\nShe said, \u201cDoes this look familiar?\u201d <\/span>
\nThe boy\u2019s mouth dropped in awe. <\/span>
\nShe chuckled, \u201cYes, I know. Will you tell me your name now?\u201d <\/span>
\nHe then asked, \u201cIf you\u2019re an angel, shouldn\u2019t you know my name already?\u201d <\/span>
\n\u201cI could find your name, but I\u2019d rather you tell me, we\u2019re all the same, in my eyes\u201d, she said. <\/span>
\n\u201cWell, it\u2019s Terrell. Now, why are you here?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n
She explained what the assignment was. He became afraid, not willing to let her in because he did not know what to expect, but she assured him that everything would be fine. <\/span><\/p>\n
She asked him what his three main issues were. He told her, \u201cI let someone distract me from my goals, I haven\u2019t seen my cousins, and I\u2019m so far away from my mama.\u201d She said, \u201cLet me take you on a journey. Take my hand.\u201d She opened another portal. <\/span>
\nThe portal led to the day he received an acceptance letter into a performing arts school. She said, \u201cLook at him. He\u2019s jumping in the middle of the street, yelling about how happy he is. He is not perfect. Just because he got into that school, doesn\u2019t mean he won\u2019t ever mess up again. It just means that he has a new beginning, which calls for new lessons. He is you. You are still that same happy person. You just have to accept it, learn from it, and move forward knowing more than you did the night before.\u201d As he listened to her and watched himself, he shed a tear. \u201cYeah, I guess you\u2019re right\u201d, he said. \u201cI know.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n
She opened another portal. This portal led to a time when he told his little cousins that he would always love them, support them, and be there for them. \u201cPay attention to him. Look into his eyes. Listen to what he\u2019s saying to them. He meant every word of it. I know they\u2019re young, but they heard and understood you. You cannot change the actions of an adult, but you can be assured that you did your part, which you did. So just wait, it\u2019ll all play out.\u201d He began to smile. <\/span><\/p>\n
She said, \u201cLet\u2019s go one more place.\u201d She opened the last portal. This portal led to his house, it was empty. She said, \u201cLook. No one is here. That means something. That means you and your mother are working. You both are working hard to accomplish something, whatever it may be. Don\u2019t be upset about it. Trust me, you both will achieve your goals and reconvene. You all are apart for a good reason. Just focus on thriving and making yourself proud.\u201d His smile got wider. <\/span><\/p>\n
\u201cThank you so much. I honestly don\u2019t know what I\u2019d do, if I wouldn\u2019t have seen these times. I think I can make it\u201d, Terrell said. \u201cDon\u2019t think it, just do it. Things will get hard, but nothing is too hard to handle\u201d, Phylicia proclaimed. <\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
This is an epic poem. People say there is a message in everything and this particular piece has a very powerful message I want to share. Alongside an old raged building in Mississippi, lay a child. A child balling his eyes out. He screamed for help, thinking no one could hear him. He said, \u201cGod, … Continue reading “Never Too Hard to Handle”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":36,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4431"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/36"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4431"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4431\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4626,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4431\/revisions\/4626"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4431"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4431"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4431"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}