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Heather Ross Poem
Who are you?
The woman I should call mom,
Its a burden to my life
That your mind is never home.
Years of inconsistency
Have left me wondering why,
Did you even want this title
Or was it error that brought me life?
The small memories I do have
Keep my mind at minimal peace,
To know there is a fraction of you
That once was a dream.
I miss the ideas of having you near
Besides the empty shell,
To live your life in distance
Is something you do well.
Copyright © Heather Ross | Year Posted 2015
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Heather Ross Poem
Walk in the way of wander
No destination in mind,
Where will the soles travel
On the path undefined.
To stride without purpose
No timing to reach,
Is the dream and desire
Of true freedom that speaks.
Exploration lacking agenda
Is the expression of the strong,
Along the travels of the unknown
To oneself our senses belong.
Alone to inner thoughts
Is needed for a season,
Add four soles to a journey
When the timing gives reason.
Copyright © Heather Ross | Year Posted 2015
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Heather Ross Poem
At the bottom core of my soul,
I fear the fate I lead,
I fear the pain and loneliness,
I fear the yet to be.
We all search for our being,
Self worth with acceptance,
Take the world of fear away,
And your left with peaceful presence.
Engraved in our heads,
As young reflecting morals,
To fear every instability,
Always harboring turmoil.
So fear the fear of having fear,
Live life yet not the careful way,
Make the fright a motivation,
And inspire others every day
Copyright © Heather Ross | Year Posted 2015
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Heather Ross Poem
Who are you?
The woman I should call mom,
Its a burden to my life
That your mind is never home.
Years of inconsistency
Have left me wondering why,
Did you even want this title
Or was it error that brought me life?
The small memories I do have
Keep my mind at minimal peace,
To know there is a fraction of you
That once was a dream.
I miss the ideas of having you near
Besides the empty shell,
To live your life in distance
Is something you do well.
Copyright © Heather Ross | Year Posted 2015
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Heather Ross Poem
He leaves me speechless with his words,
stunned by the hurt I carry...
I never knew the power he had
to test my heart in wearing.
We dream of men to be polished,
So Minuit in gentlemen flaws...
The texture of reality surfaces,
That in him - is without laws.
Laws that hold a standard -to care
for others more than number one...
Minding the words one speaks,
To prevent future damage to be done.
We are taught words won't hurt us,
But in fact they pain most deep...
A fistful bruise will heal itself,
But words continue to seep.
Made a fool for what I thought I knew,
A man stronger than his tongue...
An apology comes in many forms,
After his battle is already won.
The blame will fall upon me,
For my insecurities pester...
Causing turmoil to those surround me,
but worse in my heart it fester.
Easily forgiven
is what is made to be done...
The heart forgives generously
but the mind holds the gun.
Years of foul tongues
leave little room for patience..
What is not his burden to pick up
will surround his existence.
Copyright © Heather Ross | Year Posted 2015
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