It was commented to me by a friend today that practicing gratitude on one level is being defeatist, and that I am it. Instead of being more assertive in what I would want, and not want, I rather accept any crumbs thrown my way. I thought about a conversation I have had recently with someone else, and I had started off with a fiery opinion. After a few choice words from the recipient, I lost all my fire and traction I had in the beginning. So I admitted to my friend, yes I guess I am defeatist. Yeah, look at you, I was told, even being defeatist about being defeatist.
Author Vonita
Song in the Wind
The wind caresses my skin
As the birds begin to sing
The sun bids farewell
As the moon takes its stand
My lungs are filled
With the song of spirit
And I feel one
With light and love
And nature
Dark Despair
In deep despair
I hold myself
In blackened day
I cry to you
You do not hear
You do not care
And silently
I bear my pain
Place of Safety
I turn to the sun
And see brightness and light
I look within
And feel courage and life
In the depths of despair
I hold out my arms
And am gently lifted
From the dark well surrounds
To the higher, brighter
Sun-drenched place
Of life, and light, and safety
Hardened Heart
Perhaps
If I hurt enough
The pain will go away
Perhaps
If I cry enough
The tears will start to dry
Perhaps
If I allow myself
I will crown myself with beauty
Perhaps
If I never see you again
The song in my heart will return
Or perhaps
My heart will harden
And your power over me will be gone
White Flag
“I know you think that I shouldn’t still love you,
Or tell you that.
But if I didn’t say it, well I’d still have felt it
Where’s the sense in that?”
…
“I’m in love and always will be”
Dido – White Flag
Only Yesterday
It was only yesterday
When you called my name
It was only yesterday
When you lured me into your game
My back is against the wall
I gave you my best, my all
It was yesterday
All those times we shared behind me
And now I look forward to tomorrow
With you only in my memory
Eyes of Deceipt
Tell me
Please tell me the truth
Of how eyes can look into my own
Melting my heart and caressing my skin
How do eyes reflect love and care
When there is nothing to reflect?
Tell me the truth
So I can use it as salt on my open wound
So that it would burn so deeply
That I would never, no never
Dare look into those eyes –
Eyes of deceipt
Ever again
Loving Another
What does it feel like
When your lover puts his arm around another
What does it feel like
When you see your lover kiss another
Take a breath
When the pain is scorched into your heart
For now you know
Your lover loves another
And you are left alone
Heart and Soul
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Victory.”
Pleased to say I started reading this book gifted to me Christmas 2008, and finally finished it. This sure is a victory. Only took me 7 years to get there. Has anyone else read it? Are there any Maeve Binchy fans? What half-read book to read next?
Poems and Petals 