Biography of Shaakiera Schroeder
I Am Soul
I Am Shaakiera
I am a young woman with a passion for writing human interest, opinion/point of view and personal life experience pieces mostly based on my own experiences and lessons learned. A freelance writer but always the Infinite Poet at the core, who not only strives daily to be a best selling author but more importantly who aspires to move souls and change lives one word at a time.
My sister, my life drives me. She is the sole reason i continue to hold on. Mother less before 15years old cancer ripping her from our young lives, shattering our world. We only had each other to depend on and by the Grace of God we made it!
I live to write. I breathe words. It is writing that saved me. Writing that keeps me sane, and if I choose it will be writing that transcends me over every pain, every betrayal and every hurt I have endured.
I am surrounded by flesh and blood people when I am composed of mind, heart and soul! Where everyone carries their souls deep Inside of them...I am my soul…visible for all to see, to love and yes, sadly to hurt. I want my souls voice to be heard in every syllable I put to paper. I am finally ready to fight a battle for me, a battle that in the end will be the worthiest.
I am Mind, Heart and Soul. I am Here, Broken but Alive. Humbled by his Grace.
Shaakiera Schroeder's Works:
Kuli's limp sattire drags us back 20 years - March 2,2011 Published in Citizen Online
Choosing to stay: < 19/03/10>
Article published in the summer edition of a USA based magazine “We need not walk alone” featured under “friends of the bereaved parent'
Shaakiera Schroeder Poems
For My Mama- Gone But Not Forgotten
Gone so long, but never forgotten Almost fifteen years have passed Seems like a lifetime
Beautiful Oak Tree
Your soul and memory of your life is like a beautiful oak tree. You provide shelter from the storm…homes for the homeless…humans like creatures, all different, finds sanctuary within you! Shade, when reality burns like the angry sun…and most importantly, you provide oxygen which helps us breathe… even when we no longer want to! You stand tall and firm…reaching to the sky…reminding us to look up and know there is a reason …you now fly! Beautiful Angel …we look up and imagine your smile!
Take No Prisoners.
In the battlefields of love, souls are lost …. Bodies linger aimlessly… No purpose….no hope, except the tangible longing to die….
Within My Soul
Two More Days
My eyes fall on the calendar And my heart races… Just two more days… Two more days from the worst of so much and
For My Best Friend
I say friend to many because I am a friend...but I say best friend to only one soul...you who inspired me and believed in me when I didn't believe in myself! You look at me and see my soul! You accepted my flaws and instead chose not only to appreciate but to celebrate the best of me which
The Clearing Inspired by a dream I had as confirmation of My commitment to remain in the darkness with my friend as long as need be.
Memories Real Or Fantasized For Adu
Thoughts of you consume me, Images of your face fill my mind Changing, flashing…almost like a slideshow Memories not real, but fantasized.
Closed And Unmarked
Lost in thought I sought and sought in a jungle of memories, which with every passing second fades into the distance but struggles to disappear. I walk through the foyers of my mind- on each side open doors all except one – closed & unmarked. I edge towards it anxious and
Choosing To Stay
My friends’ son died! There I said it! He didn’t pass away or go home or any of the hundreds of euphemisms that people choose to use, he died, he’s gone and he is never coming back! 353 days,50 Wednesdays after the fact and all still seem so unreal. There is not a day that passes that I wake up and not think…how can this be? How could this happen to her?
A Letter Dreamed
A letter dreamed (I had a dream and in it I dreamt of AADILLE and the words of this poem loosely scribbled in an exercise book….not exactly – but mostly of what I remember.)
A Cry From My Soul
My heart is beating dangerously slow... I feel > cold, as if my soul has left it’s encasing. No more blood courses > through my veins...only complete emptiness. I can’t cry, eyes so dry- > all my tears have been shed already. My body trembles, hands not so
1st Angel Day - 01/04/2010
1st ANGEL DAY To Angel AADILLE with love Strangest is the feeling
Two More Days
My eyes fall on the calendar
And my heart races…
Just two more days…
Two more days from the worst of so much and
For so many,
Not that anyone needs a calendar as a reminder …
Our fear is our continuous reminder.
As “The” day comes closer, the sadness in our hearts gets deeper…
The pain we have torturously endured for a year gets heavier…