A ball is kicked
Changing the world from one
State to the next
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Motion.”
Author Vonita
Stolen Words
My anxiety has risen
Taking with it the words
That so freely flowed
Thank You!
Thank you for all the kind wishes sent my way. The WordPress community is really wonderful, am so touched to have received so many kind words and wishes from souls living in different parts of the world, people I’ve never met, the kindness and community spirit is overwhelming!
You have helped to make my day very special, I am filled with gratitude, thank you!
This cute little puppy belongs to my best friend, her name is Charlie, I received these photos this morning to wish me happy birthday!
🌷🌸💐🌸🌷
Birthday Balloons
Today I offer myself balloons
To celebrate life and love and health
And to be kind to myself
On the day I’m celebrating
My birthday
Bracing the Cold
Making my way down the lane
Bracing the cold and the wind and the rain
Keeping my head down and staring at my shoes
You watched me as I bustled on by
There was no mistaking your voice
Startled out of my reverie –
I looked up, and drowned in your eyes
Missing You
It has been so long
Since I heard your voice
An eternity has passed
Since I felt your arms
A gulf separates your
Eyes and mine
Will I ever see you again?
Validation
Seeking validation
From sources outside myself
I look around, incomplete
Spending the day alone
And all I see when I
Take the time are
Faces just like
Mine
Bus Travel
Rain trickles down the
Sides of the bus, commuters
Make their way to work
Note to Self
Just one step forward
I cannot
Endure for awhile
I dare not
Persevere
I choose not
I cannot tell you what to do
But if you cannot, dare not, choose not
Follow your heart until it can, dares and chooses to
A Poem
A dark, heavy blanket lies over my being
I don’t want to eat, or drink, or laugh, or sleep
I don’t want to dream for I know
The morning will rise and I will be burdened with
A shadow
Following me
Watching
Spying
Lurking
Preying
I pray that the night will not end
I pray
That my dreams will grant me peace
For the torment of the day coupled with the torment of the night is too much for my soul to bear
I remember my past
And dark days
Interspersed with nights so cruel
I try to escape the waves threatening to break over me
But crippled with fear
I cannot move
Poems and Petals 