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Margie Bernard Poem
The Journey
I took a journey through the shadows of my mind
Knowing there is a child I must find.
In the shadows I see a child all alone and crying
I whisper softly be patient little one I am trying.
I share with you the knowledge of your pain
Your secrets I have held but not in vain.
You were my strength as I was yours
And together we closed many doors.
I locked away the things I could not face
Then dried my eyes so there was not a tear to trace.
Secrets locked away in solitude
Praying the memories would no longer intrude.
I learned to laugh at all the sorrow
And put life on hold until tomorrow.
My child within got left behind,
Locked safely away in the shadows of my mind.
So now I must go back in time
To embrace the child I left behind.
One day we must become one to be freed
To continue our journey wherever it may lead.
Copyright © Margie Bernard | Year Posted 2017
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Margie Bernard Poem
Echo of My Mind
By Margie Anne Bernard
I heard the words spoken with brutal force.
No escape, no place to run.
Silently, I listened to the echo of my mind.
Words softly spoken in a gentle way,
Come with me, child.
Silent prayers, when will it end?
I hear an echo floating on the wind.
Is it my destiny? Or the echo of my mind?
I turn away, no fear, no pain,
Just the echo of my mind.
Flowers beckoning me to the wall.
Silently, I float away
Amidst the flowers
Upon the wall.
A child freed by
The echo of my mind.
Copyright © Margie Bernard | Year Posted 2017
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Margie Bernard Poem
Angel Wings
Sometimes I look back through the years searching for who I would have been if I could have written my own story without any whys.
The memories of my lost child fighting to survive haunt me. I can’t escape the tears in her eyes,
I try to embrace her with admiration for the courage she has shown. Knowing how many times she has fallen yet never failed to rise,
I watch as she carries the burdens life has handed her. Her hopes and dreams shattered yet she still tries.
Still searching for who I would have been had I not lived my life trapped in a web of lies.
I look at my inner child knowing that everything she hoped to be had slipped away. She looks away her dreams shattered I fear she will say her goodbyes.
I reach out desperately holding on trying to save the part of me that is slipping away, holding on tightly I pray for strength as she silently cries.
I see the sorrow as her eyes plead with mine. Do I let go…do I hold on. My eyes return her plea as I pray for angel wings to help us fly.
She holds the many burdens she has carried throughout life. I see her own strength as she holds on still laden with my pain. I keep praying to gain the strength to hold on, knowing if I let go I will drown in my own sea of demise...
Pulling with everything inside of me…I am holding on…I know I can’t let go... hands joined as one we begin to rise no longer a victim of our own surmise.
At last together as one our own story has now been written…no longer burdened with the whys. With angel wings we soar… as we leave behind the bed of lies
Copyright © Margie Bernard | Year Posted 2017
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Margie Bernard Poem
A Child
By Margie Anne Bernard
The gift of a child
is a blessing from above,
placed in a parent's arms
to be cherished and loved.
With his or her first cry,
of unspoken words
comes a message so simple,
'I need to be heard'.
He or she never asks for much
only to be fed and nurtured
with a kind gentle touch.
A child will follow in your footsteps
in the wisdom of your years.
Please walk this child through laughter,
not unanswered tears.
Copyright © Margie Bernard | Year Posted 2017
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