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Sian Bitner Poem
I’ve learned that knowing “what matters most”, seldom happens until it’s too late.
That success isn’t measured in dollars or assets, but in the company you keep
and how much you laugh each day.
That if you can’t stay lovers, you should at least stay friends – and if you can’t, it
was probably never truly love to begin with.
That the best friends are the old ones. They knew you then and still see the “real
you” now, even when you try to pretend to be someone else.
That a hug from my son can cancel out any bad day, and a hug from my mother
is still the fastest way to dry a tear.
I’ve learned that accepting yourself for who and what you really are, is far more
exhausting then upholding an image, but in the end the only rewarding option.
That no matter how much living you did or didn’t do when you were young, one
day you’ll still look back and realize it all went by far too quickly.
That few things in life last forever, and the things that do are usually the ones you
never expected to.
That one door closing doesn’t always lead to an open window, nor is one man’s
trash always another man’s treasure – but if you don’t try to find something
positive in every situation, all you get from it is more and more bitter towards life.
I’ve learned its what you did for others more then what you did for yourself that
people will remember when you’re gone.
And mostly I’ve learned that life is full of surprises. Some that make you laugh,
many that make you cry and a few that will change who you are forever. And you
will many times be left with the decision of having to let go of something you
want, in order to get what you really need.
But while life many never be all the things you thought it would be, it is in the end,
no more and no less then what you make of it – and its success or demise lies
only in you and the decisions you make everyday.
Copyright © Sian Bitner | Year Posted 2006
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Sian Bitner Poem
It’s funny how life evolves into something you never planned. It could be for the
worst or for the better, but regardless – it’s nothing like you dreamed of as a child.
Little girls are forced out of their fantasy of ever becoming a princess, and little
boys seldom ever grow up to become someone’s prince charming.
What we do to ourselves in our own minds can tear us down more then the
words of others, and in a world where life is busy, we must often seek comfort
only in the taste of our own bitter tears.
We cry to ease the pain, though it typically never does, and continue to search for
a hand that refuses to reach out, as we fall into the abyss of our own sorrows
and depression.
To turn to anyone is easy, but to find someone who will stay and truly listen, can
often be a hopeless attempt.
When we were young we spoke of growing up, the excitement of becoming an
adult. We refused to listen when told the excitement was merely a curtain. A
curtain which sheltered us from the responsibilities which would eventually be
thrown upon us.
So we all grew up and got jobs, or got married or got pregnant – and suddenly
we began to wonder - what do we really have in our lives? Broken promises,
shattered dreams, a forgotten soul which once lived inside of us but now hides
in the shadows of our “to-do” lists?
You forget who you are and work aimlessly at what everyone thinks you should
become. Then one day you wake up feeling lost, with an inclination deep inside
that you just need to cry for a lifetime; and you pray that somewhere in those
tears you might just find yourself. The person bursting with excitement – with
secrets to write down in diaries, and tales to tell among friends. The person who
laughed with ease, and truly believed the sky was their only limit.
Life seldom does turn out as we plan. And although you can always look forward
to the days ahead, once mistakes are made and changes accepted – you can
never trace your steps back to the beginning.
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Sitting in silence, lost in confusion - where to begin again?
All that I knew was nothing at all, just an image replaced by distrust.
My heart is closed, my soul is hiding, my mind clouded by questions with no
answers.
How to open up again? Trust again? Will it even be worth the effort?
I crave passion but doubt its existence. Then I feel your hands on my skin,
leaving me breathless.
I want to fall into your arms, fade into your soul and make it my own.
Tell me you love me, say that you need me - fill my void with all that you are.
I trip over words, dodging emotions hoping to keep myself safe. But when
defenses are resting, it's you who consumes me.
Come find me waiting, hiding between the shadows of fear and belief, and lead
me into your existence... reassure me of forever.
Copyright © Sian Bitner | Year Posted 2006
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