©The Power and the Glory

I extend my hand as you turned
away
tossing the last few pieces of
my possessions
I quickly fell to my knees
grabbing hold of each piece
stuffing them into the green
duffel bag
that once belonged to a man
most claimed was my father

Still I am lost, but one day I
hope to find him
I am broken as I journey the
streets unknown
You used the power to turn my
life, my world upside down, and
today you’ve won
Time heals all wounds but we
never forget
Today I am woman
I stand proud completely
unashamed of the world I left
behind
I hear a knock and find you at
my door on bended knee
calling out my name
Once again I extend my hand
as I open my heart, my soul
only this time you bear no
resistance
You stare into my eyes with
shame on your face
as I help you to your feet.
You ask me why…
In my humble response
I face you, and I smile
The “Glory” is mine to give.

Written/Created by Author:
Dena Tyson 12/21/08     

This describes the day I was
thrown on the streets to survive
at 14 with no place to go and
no one to turn to.  It only made
me stronger in my journey to
survival, and I held no hate in
my heart.  I learned I am worthy
and that all things are possible
when we believe.

For the short list of those that
cared and have always had my
best interest at heart, I thank
you and wrap my arms around
you with tears of joy.
For those that still hate and try
to tear me down, and that list
for sure would extend from
where I live to the Himalayan
Mountains, ...know that it only
gets better from here.
See you at the movies!          

Reviews for: The Power and
the Glory
Reviewed by Edwin Hurdle
2/15/2009
Its appropriate that your last name is
Tyson because you knocked out
your hardships and you bite out all
the negativity to become a strong
and intelligent woman with a ton of
beauty.I enjoy reading your
poetry,keep up the great work and
continue to be strong in your life.
Take care
Edwin

Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
12/22/2008
A long journey, but you sound very
strong and self reliant. Time does
take its toll, but in the end you
succeeded and that is what matters.
Seems we have led a similar life....
Be always safe,
Karen

Reviewed by Mary Lacey
12/22/2008
Dena,
What a tragic life. You're a stronger
person for overcoming it. A superb
write about your trials.
mary

Reviewed by Karl the "Pathfinder"
Anthony 12/25/08
Dena, I'm glad you made it. The
good thing is you don't have any hate
in your heart. You are blessed! As for
the haters, use them as motivation
because that's their only purpose.
Have a safe and wonderful
Christmas!
       Meet the Author...
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                         As a young girl at 17 you'd think the least of my
worries should have been about finding a secure place to live and more about my hair
and what I should wear or the big zit that appeared on my face from out of nowhere,
a critical state of mind wondering how much longer before it would disappear.  
That’s what teenagers do right…?  It’s considered our right of passage.  A time to
live and explore freely, having the love and support of our mother and father, our
family's to secure us as we experience some of  life’s fragile insecurities.

Life is all about making choices but unfortunately I spent those years looking over
my shoulders in fear,  hoping the nightmare of abuse would come to an end, and I
would finally be able to enjoy my life no longer locked in fear, after all hadn’t I gone
through enough in the years before? In the months my mother left I will always
remember this one day…  I was 14 years old and thrown out on
the streets of the west side  of Chicago by my own sister no less, with no place to go
and no one to turn to.  Yet here I was now 17, and my abandon this time was to flee.

“Xceptance” is my story of trying to find a place in the world, and the abuse I
suffered in “Black Beans ‘N Rice” as I found the strength to walk away and the
courage to let go.  I never knew the fruits of the reward in store for me would be
finding real love for the very first time at 25.  In my journey I learned that I am
worthy and so are each and every one of you, and I hope that I am able to captivate,
motivate, and inspire you as well.  

In addition to writing books I am also an Advocate for Stroke survivors, and the
creator of the Kuckabug Collection of African Dolls.  I have released myself from
Corporate America and am pursuing my gift of writing.

What I crave... I love to write drama, and suspense stories that capture you from the
very first page and lock you in to a journey you won't soon forget, but will find
yourself laughing at the memories you recall. Are you ready...?

In addition to writing other novels, I am working  in future developments bringing
my novels to film.

See you at the movies!
“Continue2gr8nes”
Currently I live in Illinois with my husband and family.
Desire to make a
difference  
Determination to make it
happen
Hunger to succeed