toN in Not
daM in Mad
naP in Pan
emiT in Time
goD in Dog
livE in Evil
looP in Pool
raiL in Liar
traP in Part
staR in Rats
Words flung - Return as stones
Boomerang!
You’ve been holding on too long,
To shadows where you don’t belong.
But girl, it’s time to break the chain,
Release the hurt, shed all the pain.
No more tears for what won’t grow,
It’s your time, just so you know.
Pack your strength, your heart, your dreams,
Step into light, hear your own screams.
Level up, rise from the ground,
Find your voice, your solid sound.
Leave behind what drags you down,
Wear your crown, reclaim your town.
You’re not defined by what you’ve lost,
Self-love is worth any cost.
So stand up tall, and then believe
It’s your life to level up and leave.
Have you noticed that some "poets" put themselves in a fake upper level?
.I wish it need not have happened in my
time said Frodo.'
So do I Gandalf answered' And so do all who live to see such times, but that
Is not for them to decide.' All we have to do is decide what to do with the time that is given us.'
I am in agreement with both characters lines..And reflect
On the 'falseness of the (con-vid years) the lives torn and
The peoples trust and bodies abused.' I am thankfull I stood against it 'once I realised things were suspicious'
If anyone knows this story, there are so many paralells
To our current and last five years.' For my part I look for
Reconciliation for all people.' There must be unity.' Or we
Shall be giving ourselves over for much worse.'
Let's make a living
Whatever you grab is gold
No sickness to work.
Sea Level
Below sea level resides the
alumnus or
alumnae of
being caught in
the middle of
everything.
Standing in a small boat
on one of the Great Lakes
the early morning sunrise having
turned into a cloudless new day.
Shoreline behind me, mostly trees,
some houses, a large park
that was once a factory
and water as far as I can see.
It was a matter of perspective
this view I enjoyed
the birds and ducks could see further
while planes overhead could see for miles.
and I had my lake level view
Fish came to the surface
a piece of drift wood floated nearby
a plastics bottle (ugh!) moved with the current
another boat trolled near with two men aboard.
and I had my lake level view
A seagull landed near us
hoping for a fishy handout?
While my uncle and I talked of nothing specific,
worms, seaweed and another lost fish.
and I had my lake level view
my dad told me,
when I came home disappointed saying:
,,I should've known that!"
,,Why did I not behave differently?"
,,I don't know why but I just didn't reacted"
And I always think about his sentence every twice a week.
Author Dana Redricks
April 30, 2024
The level of Brokenness runs so deep even if I tried to explain I feel no one could understand. The pain in my heart has left a hole in my soul, and only God Yahweh can make me whole. My past haunts me, and how I long to be free
My heart is broken and just like humpty Dumpty, I just want to be put back together again. I want to be loved, but I think how someone loves somebody as broken as me.
I carry around this burden in my external body seeking sweet release in smoke, in a bottle, or in a package, but no relief. I'm screaming inwardly, but no one can hear me, if people could see what I see. They would see a person dying slowly, and I long for the Lord to deliver me.
I burned your placemat.
A sunny yellow flower.
I used it at my desk.
It was ANOTHER thing I had ruined.
You emphasized ANOTHER.
Another thing I can't do right.
Another thing I took.
Another mistake.
It left a mark on my pristine, white desk.
A caramel brown.
I tried to get it out,
But it stained the table.
My scars are all too close to the ones on the table.
Both marked by their mistakes,
Both marked by other's mistakes.
Bruises that won't fade.
Scars that won’t heal.
Paint over the desk.
Sew the placemat.
Let’s do some surface-level cleaning.
wisdom earned not free
a restless pilgrim's journey ~
fears self-reflection
Borders Galashiels and Peebles
Sycamore Gap By Hadrian's Wall stood a sycamore tree
m cut it down for a world to see. Maybe the shoots will resprout
we heard an angler say.
Her smiled signaled her excitement
she was eager to reveal
something more than elegant
a cloth would conceal
startled by it's
magnificents
I gasped upon the sight
the exquisite beauty
an antiqued technique
liked distressed it shines
in the dimmest of light
nighttime does it best
The Hadrian Sycamore
a well storied detail
she used the natural of night
it secrets she would reveal
They crafted a picture frame
on each corner was a
scarlet red
the shimmering golded hue
each corner brightened
with red
it glory stems
from the crafters sorted works
the grooves of embossing
carved with an artisains detail
again the night
sold the peice some wanders to conceal
all strangers of this
aren't as novice as they seem
the stuff of story
sort of like a dream
Like water
—Genius—
always finds a way
(Dreamsleep: September, 2023)
My current level is ceaseless worry
Unflinching doubt occupied state of mind
Wonders and what ifs whipped in a flurry
My current level
Features disheveled with nose to the grind
Nowhere to be in the biggest hurry
Just to get there and wish I could rewind
If my own view were a bit less blurry
If common kindness were a common kind
I'd dial back few notches from worry
My current level
You want a rock song
but mope and sing of lost love;
Get up and raise the volume!
Level it all up;
You’ve got to let yourself go
to shred a new melody.
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