I used to think we were special
I used to think we were love
I used to think my dreams had come true
I used to think my prayers had been heard
But now I’ve learnt
My thoughts were just like threads of a spider’s web
Glistening in the sun
But as soon as it is touched
The magic that created it
Vaporises
Leaving the delicate threads
To disperse
As if nothing
Was ever there
Where are the words
When there are none to be said
I search for a line
But have nothing to say
I long for love
It is too much to ask
Our lives are parallel
Like two lines snaking down a track
Together into the future
Side by side
But never touching
Forever apart
Spread your wings
Oh butterfly
Spread your wings
And fly
Warm the freezing
Winter air
With fluttering
Paper
Butter
Butter
Butter
Fly
Wings
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Off-Season.”
I opened my life to you
I let you inside
Not knowing
What was in your mind —
The sharp blade of a knife
And now that my heart
Is sliced up in shreds
You’ve left me on the floor
While you’ve gone searching
For more
Trusting and unwounded
Fresh slate for your
Amusement
You go knocking
On doors
Your silent presence
Comforts me each time
I see your face
While others take –
You only give your
Soulful loving grace
A beautiful poem ❤
I
Blew some
Bubble
Dreams into the
Air
Thoughts
Of mine
My hopes and
Cares
And prayed
As each
Floated silently
Away from me
That one
Fragile
Vulnerable
Bubble dream
Would be carried
Gently back
To me
Inspired by an initial post of mine
Dreams as Bubbles before I had really started writing poetry:
https://movingtowardsthelight.com/2014/01/30/dreams-as-bubbles/
I fly to the light
I fly to you
I fly to where
The sun shines through
I fly with hope
I fly with love
I fly with wings
To heaven above
Sharing this wonderful poem! ❤
How we react to early events
The decisions we make in child minds
They can stick with us for life.
They can also be changed
Our brain reprogrammed
In ways that are kinder to adult minds.
Oh yes the feelings are strong
We don’t want to change
Emotions are the strongest part of a memory
The very fears we try to avoid
Would have us avoid the change
Just doing their job.
The ego takes control
“Give me your attention”
“Love me”
“Do this my way”
But it’s nature will never be satisifed
It’s disappointments drag you down.
This is not who you are
Your true self wants to lead
The ego’s strength grows in battle
So laugh at how it manipulates you
While never being satisfied, instead
Let the quietness inside you be the guide.
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[ this poem is inspired by Vonita’s post Insecurity ]
Gift to me, O Lord, I pray
Fruits that only Thou can give
Fill my heart with grace and truth
Love, joy and peace
And all things good
