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Retracing steps, going down memory lane,
Its amazing how far I've come
From a young girl scared to love
Afraid that my love might cause more harm
Struggling through loneliness
Shutting guys out,
Finding reasons why relationships would not work
Feeding a fear that held me captive for years
Having lost three special guys unexpectedly
Feeling that it must have been my fault
Now looking back, I feel that it had to happen
For me to appreciate life
For me to invite love into my life again
Sometimes I still feel scared
Sometimes I still want to run
But the journey I'm on cannot be rushed
It is something that needs to be embraced,
Fear or no fear
Giving up is not an option
So whether I am happy today
or whether I am sad
Its all part of me
Every emotion, every facet, it’s my life,
my footsteps, my journey in the cycle of life…
Of course it was pouring rain,
When my tire decided to go flat;
And I wasn’t really surprised
To find no spare in the trunk in back.
It was four o’clock in the morning;
I was headed home to catch some sleep;
After twenty-four hours in the hospital,
At her side the vigil to keep.
Five miles I walked in the dark;
Tired, wet and cold.
Each step closer to home;
Each minute growing old.
I approached the locked front door;
Searched my pockets for the keys.
Suddenly a picture flashed in my mind;
I left them on the driver’s seat.
Returning to my old clunker;
Practically walking in a trance,
I tripped over a pothole;
Tore the knees in my pants.
An eighteen wheeler passed me by;
Splashing in a puddle;
Covering me with muddy water;
Leaving me all befuddled.
Finally I reached my car
And saw the keys right where I left them;
Of course you know the doors were locked
And there was no way I could get them.
I sank down and sat in the mud;
Watched the blood ooze from my knees.
The rain was starting to change to snow;
The cold made me start to sneeze.
A vibration in my pocket,
Snapped me out of my delirium;
It was her doctor on my mobile phone;
I had a hard time in hearing him.
“Your wife is out of her coma;
She is going to be alright.”
I hung up and thanked the Lord
For blessing me with a wonderful night.
Written 3/3/2011
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The world seems to be listening to the secret of the heart,
Gushing waves tell me a story,
A Story that my heart doesn’t seem to understand of even knows,
A secret the birds sings, I don’t hear,
Answer to a question I know nothing of, Reveal itself in the wind,
The trees sway to give me hints, What am I to understand??
What is the secret??
Confusion shakes my body like electricity,
Confusion, Denial the clouds says,pointing and me from above the sky,
Screaming in my head .
I sit and pondered .
Appears the gentle soul of a stranger, “the answer you seek is not in your head.”,
With squinted face I stood in the dismal night and listened to the words .
“Everything you need to know is in your heart not on your mind.”
Tears flowing down my cheeks and I knew !!I understood!!!
Form:
squeeze in here baby girl
I’ll mold that tummy fat
[I’m a churning urn] I'll grab that behind, hold it tight
sculpt those stretch marks, just right
come here lad, I'll turn those marbles blue
turn those knuckles white [no that’s not a rocket]
they'll chew a strategic hole
through that shredded cotton cord
bend over, your fertile galley
and climb on board
yeah, I'll show off your rear entry
let them see [the crack of dawn]
what we can see unseemly, yet
even the poor are marked by my geas
let me squeeze you lads and ladies
naw, it's not disgusting
please
* jeans which are too tight are annoying ;)
to those in them and those looking at them!
Why won't you leave me
I beg and plead for this sadness to go
I pray and hope for this anger to subside
I dream and yearn for these thoughts to drain out
Once I loved you,we were family are family
But the pain you have caused me
It's anger and fury still resides in me and haunts my tender mind in my dreams
It's vengeance I try slowly to subdue
And yet do you ever think about the tears you have evoked in me
Do you think about the scars that linger deep in my humble body
The blemishes of their residing hopelessness
The seed of such hate and anger,pain and despair,sorrow and sadness
Had I not yet seen but it is embedded in me I fear in my soul
Memories that grab me by a gigantic force when I in thoughtlessness reside
Bring upon me the fear of never being free
When you so lightly as if by the wind remind me of those painfilled days
When I feel the footsteps of those dark times gone by hollow the ground behind me
Oh how I wish I could let you go, unburden this burden
Know the whisper of forgiveness
Perhaps then I would be restful in my slumber
And alive in my dreams
For you shall no longer hurt me by memories and heartache
That had never known the words I'm sorry
And I will let be in my secret corner of my heart,my mind,my soul
For I will be set free.
Form:
There I was lying in bed
thinking heck what is there
about me that makes me unique?
That makes strangers and friends
embrace me?
Ah I still haven't figured it out
maybe it's not supposed to be
figured out
I should just continue to be me
the listener
the one that gets you to share
your hurt,
your fear,
your happy moments
without having to wonder
will she perhaps use it against me one day?
So now I know why I tend to
be sought after,
why I sometimes feel like,
I carry the world on my shoulders
I am just that open vessel
that some people plug into
that others find unique
something I never appreciated
until today…
Contest: Love Me Why?
3rd Place
I had dreams
Kept them close
Burnished them
With new ideas
Changed them
Modified them
But I grew tired
And discouraged
And let them slip away
From me
Like so many imaginary
Grains of sand
Completely forgotten.
One day
Like a ghost
They came back
Ideas
Scrawled on a piece of paper
Even then
I clung to the belief
That anything could still happen.
Over time
I realized I hadn't accomplished
My dreams
It hurt
To see that what I wanted
Didn’t match what I envisioned.
The upside of being down
Was that the dreams kept me going
All these years.
It was good to dream.
The number of my Destiny is 7.
Solitary Seven it is sometimes called.
My birth path number 5 is fun and sociable,
but honestly, I love to be alone!
Alone I read my books,
alone I write my poems,
and alone I watch the movies I adore.
I love the company of family and friends,
but since my siblings all live far from me
and my own two kids are off and on their own,
and since my friends are mostly all online,
and the people that surround me at my workplace and at church
are mere acquaintances, busy with their own families,
it's by myself I usually can be found.
It's like that time I spent on my first cruise
paid for by my husband's mother to accompany her grown daughter,
a person with whom I share no common interests.
Instead of going with me to attend the talent shows,
the many ship activities like games and competitions
or enjoying karaoke, she was often off alone herself!
Meanwhile I just blended in with all the crowd -
laughing with the members of the cruise,
watching them all dance
(I must admit I longed to have a partner then),
but all in all, I much enjoyed it all even though I mostly was alone.
I have no problem seeing movies by myself.
At matinees I'm sometimes the only person there.
I put my feet up; no one's there to care!
Frugal, I rarely go out to eat.
My husband is so quiet, the few times we eat out,
it would not make much difference
whether he was there with me or not!
I have no friends with whom I go to classes at the gym,
but I am there to exercise, not socialize.
I'm content to have just the right amount of social interaction
every morning when I'm teaching at the school.
Yes, I am a solitary sort. It's always been this way.
In my childhood, alone I read upon my bed
while downstairs my siblings liked to play.
At times I joined in with them. In school I cherished friends
and hung out very often with my pals,
but in the end. . . .
I find enjoyment in many things,
and many of the things I most enjoy
I do quite comfortably
with myself and me!
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Grief took me by the hand
Lead where I didn't want to go
Straight into the valley of tears
That began to constantly flow
Now that grief had acquainted me
With sorrow in the vale of tears
It seemed at eternal spring of weeping
Was where I would constantly live
Then grief brought me up the mount
Where loved ones went before
When escorted in this place
The lessons to which exposed
Seems now working my way back
Changed forever from that meeting
Grief an aquaintance I had spurned
But now after the greeting
I will never be the same
Though given another hundred years
Grief taught me more in a few short fears
Than joy with all her pleasings
Form:
Feeling so tired and my nerves are wired
Freinds dog barking mine whineing my teeth grinding
First of the month pay the bills do repairs losing more hair
Middle of the month broke again grab a piece of paper and try to clear my mind with
my pen
Heart pounding it wants out head swelling on the vurge of exsplodeing
Nerves so tight about to pop I just wish this spinning would stop
I am gratefull for what I have but my family is stressed and I am dad
I feel every thing that they go through and with out my wifes support I don't know
what to do
I help others who are hurting too I hear from God and tell what He said to do
But my own will not hear me they brush me aside I am dad arn't I supposed to be
their guide
I don't rule with an iron hand I don't force myself I try to understand
I don't let them do what will hurt them and us I try to exsplain and not raise a fuss
But pention money is always short and I feel like a bum because I can not support
I'm getting futher and further behind and my family is pulling further away I feel like
I am losing my mind
In this world I do have trouble and I get down in the dirty rubble
Father hears me and He knows it is hard He knows it hurts me like glass shards
I need to be patient I need to be calm He won't let us fall from His palm
Better times are comeing of this I am sure opportunity will come Knocking and I will
answer the door