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Misty Brown Poem
"The Essence of your Love"
When I was just a little girl, my mother told me the classic fairytale about a handsome knight on a white horse that would come and sweep me off my feet,
In one precious moment our eyes would meet, our souls would become intertwined, and as one our hearts would beat.
As I came of age, and was permitted to date. I began to speculate that I would never find my soulmate.
Time passed, and I became worrisome that my years were slipping by, and my prince had yet arrived.
Had I gotten overlooked by fate, was I destined to be deprived?
The clock did not slow down, as it continued to tick away...
Until the tables had turned and you just appeared in my life, on the most beautiful crisp autumn day.
Everything happened so fast, within six months we were walking down the aisle.
We were lost in one anothers eyes as we recited our vows, I couldn't help but smile.
You have made it a ritual to tell me everyday how beautiful I am, and how much you love me.
For my heart belongs to you, the are the holder of the key.
The Essence of your love, allow me to tell you what this entails.
During hard times we inhale, exhale, and then our strength and faith prevails.
Communication yes, that is fundamental we speak only the truth.
We are aware that words are weapons, therefore we have couth.
Side by side we stand, never in front of or behind,
I would chose you again, if given the chance to rewind.
An amazing husband, father, and bestfriend.
Amen, your my godsend, I intend all my living days with you to spend.
The Essence of your Love, still gives me butterflies in my stomach when you are near,
Even after all this time, as we approach our tenth year.
I am as madly in love with you as I was early on, but a bit of contradiction because I love you more as each day passes.
So here is a toast to, "The Essence of your Love" let us raise our glasses.
Misty Brown
1-26-2014
Copyright © Misty Brown | Year Posted 2014
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Misty Brown Poem
I will never forget that special winter way back when,
all the neighborhood children were making snow angels, and big lopsided snowmen.
However, that was not the case with myself, and Dottie, and old trusty Wuffy.
The three of us hunkered down in our make believe wooden boat,
I thank goodness for Captain Wuffy for keeping us warm, with his winter coat.
As we set our anchor down, using the heaviest chain we could find,
The field of snow became our ocean, as it glistened and shined.
Captain Wuffy stood guard, and assured that we were unharmed.
Never once was Betty nor I alarmed.
As our little wooden boat, sheltered us through the storm,
Captain Wuffy kept us entertained with his tricks he performed.
Until the sound of our mother's voice called us in,
we looked forward to when our next adventure could begin.
Copyright © Misty Brown | Year Posted 2014
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Misty Brown Poem
A mirror is set in the center of a room crowded by addicts, a candle lit on each end of it.
A therapy session to release, and say goodbye to a loved one that I never had closure.
" Just look into the mirror and speak freely" how is a young adult suppose to take this?
Slowly, and hesitantly I speak....
unsure with all the eyes scrutinizing and ears attentive.
"Hello mom it is me, your young baby girl, grown up in a life of self destruction,
with nowhere left to turn. I am not sure what I am suppose to be doing here?
I am not sure what I am suppose
to be saying? This is silly.... " I attempt to take a deep breath, it is so shallow.
I gasp for air, is this a panic attack?
No, I begin to feel my lip quiver, my body shakes.. all the faces in the background
diminish. My adult voice, takes new form, it is of a lost nine year old girl.
I cry out, why did you leave me?
It was not fair, as I stumbled across the hot desert highway to see your lifeless body
covered in blood. Weak from my own wounds, dazed and confused from being trapped between
the bed of a truck and 108 degree asphalt,
flipped too many times to count. I fell, I did not make it
to you. I was unable to tell you that I was sorry,
I didn't mean for my immature last words
to be that I hated you. Forgive me, I loved you mommy
Then suddenly, I was once again aware of my surroundings.
I look up to see so many weeping eyes around me, touched by what they witnessed.
Here I sat in front of them, vulnerable.. yet not caring for once what they thought.
Self release of tortured words that were left unsaid for over 12 years....
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A shoelace, one that snags and tears when you try to tighten your shoe too tight.
Who would have imagined,
could be a tool used to take my daddy's life.
Alcohol and drugs, a swirl of depression and a mindset of bamboozlement
Leaving what was once a brilliant artistic mind,
now second guessing his sanity.
Put so much faith into a women who made her life hustling,
transparent to all but him.
Would leave him alone, with his drug induced thoughts of self loathe.
While she scampered the streets, and was more enthralled with a "john".
One night was his breaking point, concocting a delusional plan to recapture the harlot's attention.
Was it a cry for help, and attention? Was it an induced hebetude.
Sitting cross legged as indians would, a simple shoelace placed around his neck.
Waiting hours and hours for her to return, to see him in this desperate state.
The effects of the drugs and alcohol had taken its toll, his eyes heavy...
He leans forward, the shoelace does not give way.
I will never know if it was suicide or a drunken stupor!
Copyright © Misty Brown | Year Posted 2014
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