Do you remember young love?
It was "Oh What A Night."
We vowed,
"Nothing Gonna Stop Us Now."
The time passed quickly,
as the many days turned into years.
Then there was nothing left to say but,
"If You Leave Don't Look Back,"
says it all.
As sunlight slides behind the hill,
I think about my life gone past;
And what it might amount to still,
As sunlight slides behind the hill.
If faith would only guide my will
To seek and serve those things that last
As sunlight slides behind the hill,
I think about my life gone past.
I Hope One Day You Look Back and Realize You Were Always Enough
I hope the day comes
when you finally see yourself
without the weight
you’ve carried for years.
When you look back
and notice the moments
you kept going
even when no one saw it.
The nights you held yourself together.
The mornings you rose
with nothing but a thin thread of hope
and still stepped forward.
I hope you see the quiet courage
in every choice you made
to stay, to try, to breathe.
And I hope you realise
you were never failing.
You were becoming.
You were always enough —
even on the days
you couldn’t believe it.
Tide swallowed our silver song oceans ago
on barefoot sand...
I walk...
the surf washing away the trails
I leave behind
One day you will look back at this version of yourself,
the one who remained gentle even when life sharpened at the edges,
the one who kept showing up even when it seemed impossible to try anymore,
and you will be so proud, you will thank yourself for enduring, for believing in mornings,
for daring to hope even when the world seemed so heavy and exhausting,
you don't see it now, but even this moment, this chaotic and painful moment,
is part of your becoming, of your journey towards who you will be,
you are growing roots right here, right now, and transforming into someone you will always love,
because in every moment of struggle and every hidden smile, in every small and hesitant step,
a stronger, gentler version of you is being born, a version that embraces all you have been and will be.
When artists
grow reflective
their impact
is stalled
All direction
is hijacked
momentum
recalled
Looking back
through their psyche
a tunneler’s
view
As horizon’s
lie waiting
with visions
— anew
(Dreamsleep: April, 2025)
When we die, we take nothing
Leaving everything on our plates
Is there a part of us that looks back?
A part that cares about our undone things?
I doubt it
Don’t look back on tomorrow,
For it’s yesterday once more.
The past is gone forever,
And tomorrow is still waiting passed
That open door.
Don’t dwell on things that can’t be.
Changed no matter how hard you try,
This present is what we now live in
And the future lies before our eyes
Don’t look back on tomorrow
That journey has been long gone,
Set your eyes and your spirit
On tomorrow and follow that path
From now on.
I caution you to hear these words I say,
Remember don’t look back on tomorrow
Live in the present and look forward
To another day.
The miracles of life happened
The miracles of life are still happening
We look back and thank God
We look forward and trust God
The hammer of faith
Moves in stillness
An episode of brokenness
Brings forth the potency of faith
Sheltering pain
There is a way to gain
Faith still moves mountains
The fire of faith moves in beauty
As it burns through any circumstance
State the Promise
Live the Promise
Call on the Promise
God will do everything we can’t do
But nothing that we CAN
Faith still moves mountains
The hammer of faith
Moves in stillness
An episode of brokenness
Brings forth the potency of faith
Copyright 2024
I loved adolescence, it is the time we get witty and bright.
If we are lucky, and I was, it is the time we feel pretty
And come into our “own right”.
I remember thinking how much fun life was, in the days I felt cute.
People were nice to me, at this time, I had never met an
ogre, the big bad wolf, or any other brute.
Life was easy, carefree, and I had a thin young lovely waist.
I was not rushed to do anything, but still, I ran around with haste.
As if I might run out of time, and I wanted to enjoy every single second.
Adolescence is a time I look back on fondly, thinking every moon was crescent.
Return to a past
what changes to make,
things I have done
or places I've been.
Who should I be
a better version of me?
Reviewing life's travels
and what's come to pass,
would you change any aspect
of the person you see?
Who I am in the present
no changing my tracks,
like the mirrors reflection
just a future look back.
he lands in a ditch of forlorn
she scoffs and laughs
he feels trashed and dissed
she does not look back
not caring that they used to love each other
"scared"
"I'm getting off"
Still, my bike ride continued
everyday I cried and closed my eyes
I begged ardently
feeling father's hand, we went forward
"Dad, are you holding it?"
"Are you holding the bike well?"
in a large playground
there was father and me alone
already a month
I was just falling wheeling
I couldn't even ride my bike for a few minutes
every time like this
Father
with one hand
wrapped up my back and shoulders
with the other hand
prevented the bike from falling over
we were moving towards the finish line
little by little
when it getting dark
Returning home,
Father whispered in my ear
"Don't look back!"
"Yes"
At sunset, we stood at the starting line of the playground
Again
I pedaled harder than any other day
The bike flew forward like a flying bird
The finish line began to appear before my eyes
listening to father's tired breathing and footsteps
I felt father's hand so
I was able to keep our promise
i knew
Father, not with hands, but with love
like a bike,
he was holding on to my life.
Take my advice: Forget hither:
Like a smitten plant you'll wither!
Know I thou, shalt make it thither;
If thou can'st, then, not here either:
For who would'st work like spider
Of riches and respite neither...
Aye! In cold London remaineth
Others have it made with cold breath;
There I ruleth not out pain,
Still the saddest pain doth soon wane
And what taketh over sweet and gain,
Thy footwear hitting the right lane...
So, thinketh not to look back,
As thou shalt be greeted by lack.
Amelia Romero NM
a daughter
When I look back
I relive petty torments
The way you teased me
The way I displeased you
The scars I needn’t show
With nowhere else to go
Avoided you miserably
Your need for turbulence
had held me hostage
Your drama
Day by day
Flashes of you
Only glimpses of possibility
Vows of a better life
When I look back
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