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I ask this question to the fear inside you
the voice that trembles when life raises its fist
the shadow that tells you to run instead of rise
the part of you that flinches at every hard truth.
Tell me honestly, when the world demands courage
will you answer, or will you hide behind silence?
Will your story be one of surrender
a diary of dreams you were too scared to chase
a life folded neatly into the corner of regret
your name spoken only in pitying tones?
Will you be the one who let storms win
because you feared the first drop of rain?
Or will you stand when your bones feel weak
drag your courage from the dirt and wear it proudly
walk into the fire even when your heart shakes
and stay long enough to see the smoke clear?
Will you choose the weight of bravery
over the comfort of staying unseen?
Life will not ask you gently, it will throw grenades
it will dare you to pick them up with bare hands
to trust that you can survive the blast
to believe you were made for more than fear.
It will test your pulse in the darkness
waiting to see if you fight or flee.
Because every breath you take writes a sentence
every choice becomes a line in your legacy
every act of courage shapes the story you leave behind.
And one day, when your name travels without you
people will speak it with either pride or pity
their tone will depend on the battles you faced.
So choose wisely
will you be remembered as the coward who quit early
the one who walked away from the duel
or the brave soul who held the grenade of life
felt its heat, its danger, its weight
and still threw it back with a steady hand?
Just me and my granddaughters, two sweet cute tweens
eating up pizza. It’s “No-night” for greens!
I tell them old stories about family.
Their own funny stories they tell back to me.
They’ve brought a nail file. One files my nails
while I tell more stories with juicy details!
We play on the internet for a short while
then chat about things like our favorite hair style.
It’s now after ten, but tonight is for fun.
No going to bed till well after one!
We pick out a series on Netflix to watch.
At last we discover one that is top-notch.
I with my popcorn and they with ice-cream -
we’re living it up while living the dream!
Oct. 12, 2019 for the contest of Line Gauthier: Living the Dream
I have made my list and checked it twice,
Now it is time to give my advice,
So, get out your recording device.
All the good leaders I have known,
Have always shown,
How not to frown,
And not put me down,
Never acting like a clown.
All the good ones spend time creating the right atmosphere,
One that is devoid of fear,
They like their facts to be clear,
Check the price is not too dear,
All the good ones tend to catch people doing things right,
And don't often give them a fright,
Don't mind sharing the limelight,
Never turned up to work tight.
All the good ones pick their team wisely,
Cast their net widely,
Don't move forward blindly,
Look on everyone kindly.
All the good ones are approachable,
And mostly stable when at the table,
Their behavior not often questionable,
Or detestable.
All the good ones expect the occasional no,
Are not always on the go,
But never let the grass grow.
All the good ones know their job is on the line,
Some expert advice they are, able to decline,
When advice from you and me will do just fine.
All the good ones are not one-man bands,
Understanding the need for helping hands.
All the good ones seldom swear,
Spend their time creating the right atmosphere,
That makes us dare to care,
When voting time comes near.
Did you see that sweet little puppy,
So cute with curly hair?
Or how about that big Shepherd?
I can't pick one, it's not fair!
That's a darling little kitten,
I could dress it, that would be fun.
Aahh look at that ol' boy,
He looks lonely, is he the one?
There are budgies and colorful parrots,
Mice, gerbals and a fluffy brown bunny rabbit.
There are canaries that don't stop singing,
Even a cockatiel who has a bad habbit.
Over in a dark spot, coilled up, is a snake,
It's not as big as the lizard there,
And a salamander posed very still,
And the chamelian does'nt move a hair.
I go in every chance I get
Because I want a pet of my own.
But I can't decide which is the one
I want everyone that I'm shown!
Tossing and turning in my bed
millions of things going in my head
just when I think I'm a step closer
I realize my dreams are thousands of miles ahead
Trying to hold on to that last thread of sanity
Finding the light that was once lost in me
Gasping for air reaching out my right hand
Hoping someone will hold me up and help me stand
Drowning in my own tears
Instead of counting sheep, I'm counting my fears
And just when I'm about to let go
A little voice whispered in my ears
Rise! Rise from your depressed state and anxiety
Rise from the ashes of your self - pity
Show the world what you're made of
Leave them in awe with your ability
Pick yourself up after you stumble
Life is not measured by how many times you fall down
When everything feels like a cookie crumble
Know you could always turn it all around
Don't keep your head down. Look up!
Take and drink from HIS loving cup
Don't wallow in your sorrow, don't you every give up!
Your GOD is bigger than your fear, so look up!
If I had a pretentious brain
which acts faster than my heart
Maybe then,I would abhore this soul
which spreads freely through each verse
Maybe then I would impress you
with my intellectual grammar
and sophisticated words
I would scrutunize
each and every coma
dot and exclamationmark
believing I know best
But I would never let that happen
I'd rather stay at bay
Writing firstly with my mind
and not my heart
leads only to an asylium
within the being of myself
Poetry is my voice,my shadow
The sacred shrine of great escape
Each stored emotion processed
within a yesterday
Poetry is the inner of my existence
breathing softly,bleeding deeply
exploding in death,love
passion and romance
In every verse a whisper
a thought that I would scribe of
a silent cry expressed
Maybe in a tomorrow
you might pass by me
Tread your footstep on my ink
and spit saliva in my face
But maybe in a today
a broken -hearted fool stops by
to find comfort in my world
Maybe a prisoner,a tramp
an insane soul or outcast
would pick these scattered scribbles
and gather them as whole
Maybe through each criss-crossed puzzle
finds a narrow passage
which leads his faith to home
Maybe a little child
whose blissful giggles
depends on little words
would turn the dusty pages
of silly rhymes I penned
Rhymes which know the moons
stars,faries,and the magic land
Rhymes which know each fantasy
and how to be a friend
And maybe He would smile
Maybe He would laugh
Maybe He would dream
Maybe He would grow up to write
the most eloquent sonnet
there has ever been
Or maybe He would grow up
to write simple words
just like me
about daises or dandelions
and expressions to be free
It's so very sintalating
That I find it interesting
How much differences we have
In a good way and not bad
Pulling us closer together
So it doesn't really matter
Because opposites attract
Helping our love stay intact
It's funny when you are mad
In a minute you'll be glad
When I take your hand and say
I'll help it all go away
Other times you will fix me
Being strong when I am weak
Pulling me up with a smile
In your charming and sweet style
Sadness causes many tears
But you know that I'll be here
Drying them up one by one
Till thousands turn into none
When paranoia starts to strike
Your love makes it take a hike
Wrapping me in a big hug
Till I'm all cozy and snug
When your stranded and alone
Just pick up the telephone
And I'll be there quicker than
You can call me back again
Listen to these words I say
And you will hear me convey
That our love will never die
Because we will always try
To keep these promises I've spoken
Vows that will never be broken
Im the last one picked
Im not the person that is chosen first
Ive learned how to get by
Just by hearing bits and pieces of the conversation
Im not the one chosen to share the recesses of someone elses mind with
Im not the person who is kept in the loop
Im the last one invited
Im the one who sees the adventures that others have
And wonder why I don’t have those with other people
Everytime I think I’ve found somewhere to belong
There’s a crack in my head that dark whispers breath out pain
You dont actually matter to them
Theyre just too nice to turn you down
And I fight them I try and I try
But then something happens
The belonging that I think Ive found goes and finds a better fit
They find that someone makes them laugh more
That someone understands their struggles better
That someone is more comforting to be around
And they dont tell me they just stop bringing me around
Im okay not being the only choice but Im never the choice
Im trying to figure out what Im doing wrong
But the people who I am around tell me
Youre fine Dont worry
Then go and pick someone else over me
But I dont mind because Ive never been the one with the choices
I see again and again
The choices I make never choose me
Theres always a better option
A tighter fit
Something brighter
But I want to be the choice sometimes
And I feel selfish for trying to say it
I dont want to sound childish or whiney
But I dont know how to explain
I cant stop feeling like this
I know where I stand
And that spot that I stand
Is watching everyone else make choices
And me getting left with the scraps
Personal demons are always knocking on the door
Their knocking really hard, that's for sure
Always screaming, do this and do that
Eat alot of food, so you get real fat!
Drink alcohol, take tramadol
Pick up the needle and install
Until your heartbeat comes to a crawl
Don't drop the ball
You wouldn't want to die y'all
Attracted to other people
Not worried about the sequel
This should be illegal
The pain is not equal
This is nothing new to the one's around you
The ones who like to argue
Telling you to get a clue
But you choose to continue
Personal demons are always at the door
There knocking real hard and that's for sure!
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