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Tug and pull
Spit and spat.
The battle lines
Have been drawn.
This war will be over.
Before the next dawn.
“Stop!”, She shrieks
Loud and eerie
Her eyes full of tears
And very bleary.
How can I choose a side.
How can I fight in a war,
I did not start.
Each side
A worthy cause.
The narration of each story.
Make you swing from side to side.
Stop! This battle can’t be won.
I declare each side wins.
All be it by half.
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Me
When I am all alone and quiet.
The stillness startles me.
How on earth could I just think about me; my life;
my purpose; my needs?
Surely thinking of others...
Thinking of my loved ones would be more noble?
Yet as I try to think about me and reconnect to me.
I find every excuse to break off the connection.
Returning to me.
Not as easy as I thought.
I guess to be truly brave;
I have to persist in the connection to me.
For once you are clear on who you are.
You are clear on your role for the ones you love.
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Young and pretty
Sweet and bold.
When I look at her I feel old,
My baby is growing up.
She is brave.
Never too scared to try
and face her fears.
She has the courage of a lioness
For someone so young.
“Oh, where has the time gone.”
She is a style diva.
Knowing what goes with what
and what colors to choose.
Fashion a language
She clearly understands.
Sweet and bubbly.
She talks and talks
Of stories from school.
Her stories filled with laughter,
Filled with fun and most scary of all
Mostly about boys.
Oh where has the time gone.
My baby is growing up.
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I stood looking at the sea for a long time.
The wind gently tugging at my hair and the sounds of the seagulls,
up above, calling out to one another a familiar sound.
I don’t know how long I was out there.
But.
I was amazed when I realized that the tide had changed.
It was unfamiliar and strange somehow!?
My heart skipped a beat and I could feel it throbbing loudly,
Thump, thump, thump!
I was scared.
I closed my eyes and prayed.
I gently opened my eyes and welcomed the strange tide,
Bringing change and new things to come.
I am ready.
I am strong.
It is time for something new.
The wild thumping of my heart stopped.
The pain was gone.
I raised my head with pride and expectation.
My confidence returned.
It’s time to be me.
To live my life.
Being comfortable to be me.
I feel whole again with a clear sense of purpose.
Thank you, Lord.
For your guidance
For your support and mostly
For your love.
I am whole again.
It is time to move on.
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Heaven on Earth
The place we go to
in our dreams are amazing.
But...
The place we see
created by our maker
is breath taking.
Heaven on earth and more.
All we have to do
is open our eyes
& take it all in.
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The solitude is quiet.
Full of space.
Full of air.
Every breath you hear,
Your own.
Every thought crystal clear.
No interruptions.
Not a sound.
Not a word.
Nothing.
Just you.
Listen to your heart and
let it be your guide.
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“What does it mean to be whole?” I wonder
There is an internal striving to be complete, to be whole and in balance.
Like a puzzle, each piece of you connecting with one another to form a whole picture.
Your career, your family, your health, your spirituality and your love life.
All striving to be in balance.
Making you complete.
“Why?” I wonder
This striving to be whole for there is always a piece missing and a motivation to find it.
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Dusk
When night turns to morning
Not dark
Not light
But in between.
When dreams are cast
And we can see their messages vividly clear.
In this time I feel quiet and at peace.
When darkness turns to light
And the stars slip away.
When dreams feel real
And all that slumber starts to wake.
A new dawn is born.
Another day has begun.
Yesterday is gone
Only today and tomorrow ahead of us.
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Guilt
Guilt burns holes in your heart & keep you up at night
It throws you off balance.
“Why did I?” you ask yourself countless times.
Guilt weighs heavy on your heart.
It makes you doubt yourself.
It makes you wish you could go back in time;
to change the decisions you made.
Only;
You can’t.
No amount of guilt can change the lessons meant for you;
Forgive yourself & move on.
Be strong.
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Standing on the edge of a cliff,
I contemplate my fate.
A life that is safe, known,
always the same, predictably on course.
Like the days of time.
Flowing from one to the other, endlessly...
“Is this my fate?” I wonder
The uncertainty coursing through my body.
My head and heart in serious doubt.
A life of promise beacons
filled with uncertainty,
filled with risk,
filled with danger and only a whisper
of potential fun.
Is this my destiny?
Is this my fate?
Can I turn my back on the life,
I have always known,
for an uncertain one?
What if I walk away and only then?
Realize that I made the wrong choice?
As I stand on the edge,
My heart beats hard and fast.
My breath rasps painfully in my chest.
For I know, I have to jump
Into the whisper of promise.
For that mere whisper,
fills me with excitement.
It makes me glow from within my core.
Who knows what’s right or wrong?
The only thing sure is how I feel at this moment.
Uncertain, confused and excited in the face of the unknown.
As I stand on the edge.
My fate is sealed. I have to jump!
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