IN JOURNEYING TO RECOVERY
In your journey,
Remember how far you’ve come;
It is important:-
The distance you have covered,
Makes your destination less.
Always remember,
Journeying in faith in God’s grace,
There are no roadblocks:
Healing Grace conquers them all;
Reaching destiny ensured.
Sowing seeds of faith,
Always reap successful fruits
Of nourishing grace:
So live in gardening faith;
God’s rod and staff plowing you.
Recovering all,
Remember this seedy thought:
“We reap what we sow.”
Praise God in all thanksgiving
For faithful cultivation.
And when recovered,
Be in God’s labors of love;
Helping others sow:
Plowing and faithful reaping,
God’s fruits of recovery:-
The artist is absent, i guess i killed her off. Built her, just to break her- like a ceramic cup in the decor. A sway and the pieces fall, broken down in chunks of her pain. In the story of everything, the art suffers- tight ship, bad weather- nothing helps. There's no shore to go to. You stay with the wind, flock with the waves like a clueless bird, hoping someday you'll reach a comfort of a place you get to call home. I didn't feed her soul- with words full of love, hate, sad, happy- all she can feel is a hole, in her life where the content used to be. Where the quill-and-ink rested along with a page, ready to be scribbled, ready to be filled with her mind's rage. The ink bleeds once or not at all. It's tiring, having to walk in the spring season, fresh air, new hopes different dreams and yet feeling like the fall.
Every step she takes, every mistake she makes, all the roadblocks that make her feel nothing at all. Carnations over her gazettes, no scriptures, no memories to recall. It has faded into nothing yet she bleeds it somehow. The writer is absent, I think I've killed her off. Clueless in her own world somehow.
Loving you is a choice I make daily.
There are moments I’m in love with you, and moments I hate you,
but in the end, I still choose you.
I choose to stay by your side,
not because it’s easy — most times it’s difficult to stay,
but I choose you every second of the day.
There are days the smile leaves my face
and all I can embrace are tears,
but I still choose you.
The journey has many roadblocks.
I get silent, but I still choose to keep walking,
knowing I’ll need to carry you part of the distance.
The weight is heavy, but I choose you still.
Respect and honesty *keep* us firm.
My heart chose you,
my mind understood the mission of love and commitment,
so I choose you.
To run this race, patience is key,
forgiveness is necessary.
Loving you isn’t easy,
but I choose you.
Pitfalls are a part of life we all try to avoid,
But curveballs fly to interfere and steal away our joy.
Do not let the winding road cause your heart to falter,
Keep your faith, stay the course, and seek Him at the altar.
When you’re stuck within a haze and lost your happy place,
Lean into your faith and let Him lead you by His grace.
Though roadblocks try to stop you, there are always ways around,
With God as your direction, holy ground is always found.
Don't become discouraged when the pitfalls come to view,
Stay upon the straight path—nothing's stopping you.
Dropping Flowers, Blades Of Grass, And Us
Like flowers droop
but refuse to die
from the heat,
like tanned fields
subsumed in the struggle
to survive and keep
the flow of transpiration,
like the trodden blades of grass
pushing through sidewalk holes
to capture the cosmic energy
that fuels them onward
the victory they seek
to be free,
we, like all of nature,
must continue to travel
the jubilee road
riddled with imposing holes
and nullifying roadblocks
that causes us to stop
by the roadside
once and a while,
to check our engines,
water up,
and refuel our spirits
with divine wisdom
and guidance,
navigating us onward
and upward
on the paved footprinted way
our ancestors have left us
in the never ending passageway
to freedom, justice, and equality:
thus, let us buckle up,
and with eyes on the prize,
hit the pedal
along the remaining
bumpy way
of our liberation sojourn:-
Zoom In
Make change.
Emotions drain.
Don’t compromise.
The world is demanding.
Down in the valley.
Roadblocks, there are many.
Pessimistic are they.
Too much anxiety.
Have a purpose.
Zoom in.
Make a difference.
This journey is yours.
Dream past the horizon.
Stay motivated.
Block out all of the naysayers.
Fight for what you believe in.
Your shadow is beside you.
Focus on the goal.
Disconnect the negative people around ya.
Nothing but roadblocks railroading my train of thought
A way to move forward has to be on the precipus
My vehicle halted on the road not traveled
Hazard lights illuminate the darkness that surrounds my engine
Unfortunate repairs as I leak black tears
Busted, Mangled, & Torn Apart
I sit parked in the space of my own doing
Longing for the drive that used to spark my...
Plugged into the reflection of what could have been
The change in temperature, heated up my seat of complacency
Once again I am ignited and fueled by doubt
Vroom Vroom....the sound of the beast revived
Vroom Vroom....the growl as it awakes from its slumber
Vroom....the anger is engulfed in bellows
Again! the drive is restored
No longer a swerve but a straight shot
Zooming to the highway of rejuvenation
Stepped away for awhile, but rising again from the ashes
Sometimes you need to dive into the dumpster to sort through life's trash
The smoke is starting to settle as coming out the other side
Efforted some along the way but mostly just went along for the ride
The detour felt different this time as I went in with a different point of view
Rooted in resilience that no matter what I'd make it through
Sure to be more roadblocks and obstacles ahead
But running my engine at full throttle with a foot full of lead
Sturdy within myself like I haven’t been before. From the penthouse of my mind to the dirt in my basement floor.
Wasn’t focused on the destination as that would have been a chore. So I climbed the stairs one step at a time without pushing for more. Leaning into discovery along the route to guide my tour. The trail was littered with roadblocks and detours. My soles became tattered and torn as I questioned if I could endure. But courage kept me on track as eventually unlocked the door to my soul. After swinging it open I realized it was on the journey where I developed my ability to soar.
What started as whisper soon turned into a roar. Now I’m infused with resilience through every corner of my core. Not sure what’ll come next but I’m ready for whatever the universe has in store.
2024 Multitudes of roadblocks confronts me inside
Unapologetically. 2024
The limits of cracked foundations of systematic,
Complexed people seem to conspire together beyond
One's control. 2024
Why smudge one's personality for whatever unknown
Reasons?
Undecisive which pill to swallow? Should one move to
The left? The right? or in-between. 2024
Spiritual warfare? Sometimes favorable at times
Dreadful encounters now and then scanty control
Purposes to withstand life's storms? 2024
Where's the Love? Has it gone extinct? Concealed
excuses. Trickiness seems like the new truth. 2024
Peace should be embraced wholeheartedly and incorporated. 2024
Veneration faces the four corners of the winds. Pray
Unceasingly, on all occasions, acts of gracefulness. 2024
I wonder why these words are short
They better be when rather long,
To give us time ere we abort.
No one is in a trial court,
Nor scared of a judicial gong,
And wonder why these words are short.
They, captive in their heart’s soft fort,
To whom an abrupt ‘no’ feels wrong,
Need time to say no and abort.
Fine to say no as fair retort,
Make it a sweet-sounding dingdong,
Yet look, ‘yes’ too is far too short.
To see, no option sounds so curt,
Sing out a gentle lilting song,
That, you have time ere you abort.
It is an art that I exhort,
To practice well and all along:
I wonder why these words are short,
We sure need time ere we abort.
___________________________
Villanelle |02.10.2024|word, yes, no
Poet’s note: We often find it so difficult to say no, we are forced to say yes under pressure. Why? Perhaps both ‘yes’ and’ no’ as words are so short, they do not give us enough time to think. This Villanelle is born from this lack of comfort.
To reach to your heart
I wrote poems all my life.
Too late upon my part
When I knew in utter strife,
The roadblocks were far too rife.
To the left, where the breeze softly whispers,
Cars to the right, entangled in a chaotic dance.
I beseech the divine for safe passage,
Contemplating the turmoil, seeking clarity's glance.
Yearning to uncover the source of the commotion,
Yet only the echo of horns fills the air.
Peering through the window, searching for answers,
Is it accidents, disputes, or roadblocks unfair?
Pondering the traffic lights' hues, red, green, and blue,
Yet they're mere ornaments, ignored by all in view.
Seated in the car, heart pounding with trepidation,
Praying we'll overcome, amid this tense situation.
To quell my fears, I clasp my limbs tight,
Eyes shut, seeking refuge in the night.
Finally home, relief floods my weary soul,
Grateful for safety, our journey's final goal.
Lately things change rapidly, as if the world is spinning...
Everything is momentary, one thing to the next
Working hard to survive the hurdles that continue,
since a whirlwind of disruption uprooted my life
I still see a beautiful sunset or special clouds pass by
All the while I battle roadblocks that appear in my way
Each thing is momentar,y, a hurdle or a beauty
I can only make the best of it, moving on my way
I hope, I try, I seek patience and keep on going
For this is all I can do, in this momentary life I live
Heidi Sands
8/7/24
(C)opyright
Roused with that first sip of morning brew,
I’m armed and on a caffeinated rampage;
A weekend project or playing at work
it all starts with a cup of black magic;
I’m armed and on a caffeinated rampage
walk right in divide goals and conquer;
It all starts with a cup of black magic
with that crystal ball full of your vision;
Walk right in divide goals and conquer,
one by one dominoes fall in succession;
With that crystal ball full of your vision
what you think is propelled into action;
One by one dominoes fall in succession
like roadblocks getting cleaned up;
What you think is propelled into action
as fast as liquid fire floods your veins;
Like roadblocks getting cleaned up,
a weekend project or playing at work;
As fast as liquid fire floods your veins,
roused with that first sip of morning brew.
If you dig six feet under and then go under the coffin and right before you get to hell you will find what's left of my smile
I once wore my smile like the joker dripping with bloody tears
But this isn't one of my sad poems because it's not about what I lost but what's still left
Because my concrete interior from all the hard times can still let the softness of a flower breathe
I will no longer suffocate from self-sabotage
So, watch me turn this smirk of pain into a Texas smile born in Tennessee
Country heart that lives the city
You can have the best of both worlds when becoming a 10 isn't about being perfect
But finding the one weakness where you have zero confidence and adding it to consistency for the best results
I will survive because I was born for a purpose beyond my feelings
I will be strong because the past doesn't define me, but it did shape my future carving away the roadblocks into a marble sculpted rose
Now joined with optimistic company
p.s. I wear my smile like a bouquet of roses watered by perspective...
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