Converging beams break
The sails held together
Revealing sky blue
Category MovingTowardsTheLight.com
Bicycle
Woven fiber united in rigid form translates into motion
Writing a Better Me
Southern Hemisphere Lovin’ Gal
Springtime celebrated every year
This September brought a fresh Summertime Dose
Of turmoil, agony and despair
Not knowing what to do, and where to go
How to get rid of this darkness within
I looked to the sun, and saw brightness and light
I looked within, and felt courage and life
So many words flowing forth from my heart
I started to write, I started to type
And every day ever since
I have written, I have typed
Words arising, healing, flowing
Understanding a little more of my soul within
Therapeuting, growing, empathising
Passionating my way to be a better me –
In the depths of despair I held out my arms
And was gently lifted from the dark well surrounds
To a higher, brighter, sun-drenched place
Of life, and light, and safety
Find a Better Me here: If Tomorrow comes
Photography from the collection of Ali McGill Photography
Wheel
Spokes of stainless steel
Converge around centrifuge –
Forms bicycle wheel
Last Words
I am at peace with the world
I am at peace with me
I am at peace
Thank you for my beating heart
Thank you for my life
Thank you
If this my last night shall be
Let me live it
Joyfully
Spare one last night to breathe in
All the pure goodness
Surrounding me
I have lived, I have loved
I have fought
I am
Grant one last wish of mine I plead
That my written words should be
My testimony
And if I should not make it through the night
Know that I am at peace, I am at rest
There are no words left in me
Selah
Inspired by the music and lyrics of OAPlascencia – Thank You (For The Love)
Photography from the collection of Ali McGill Photography
Sporting Tragedy
V on Water
Trails of water
Cutting across blue converge
To create a V
Triangle of White
Triangle of light
Leading one safely to a
New journey’s travel
Discarded Me
A Poem I decided not to publish
Eccentric
Crazy lady
Sometimes I am an introvert
Want to be left alone
And sometimes I don’t
Sometimes I am so sad
Not finding any relief from
The sheer darkness within
Other times my heart is happy
And my soul is glad
Always feeling, passionating
Not resonating
With the normal others
That would encompass me
Handle me with care
Wrapped in my own world
My own thoughts
Magical mysteries inside of me
Enjoying my own company
And the world created so exquisitely
I’m a writer
I’m a dreamer
I’m a coder
I’m a walker
I’m a talker
I can lead, I can follow
I can laugh, I can cry
Very easily
I can love, I can live
I am aware, I breathe
Sensitive
Transparent
A world of contrasts
Wrapped into one
This is me, I am Vonita
Moving towards the light
Passioning through Poetry
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