Category poetry

Battle

Vonita 1 Comment

I fight a battle with myself every night and every day, and even though my victories are many, it is the losses that loom large, that rise up as a monster in the middle of the night and threaten to eat my alive. I desire what I can’t have, and when it is on offer I push away. I am my worst enemy, and only on brief occasions am I my best friend.

Weakness

Vonita 12 Comments

The thing about weakness is that it can be wished away

I feel my weakness I feel my vulnerability 

I feel my battles that rage within

And I know that it will pass I will be strong again 

I am human I am alive I feel

I am weak tonight 

I will rest and be kind to myself

Tomorrow I will be strong 

A Silent Sound

Vonita 9 Comments

waves roll over me waves you do
in my desperation
I feel you

down I tumble holding tight
up again

I feel light

tossed and turned spinning round and round

I am screaming
a silent sound

so i stumble before a fall

I WILL STAND UP!

I WILL STAND TALL

Falling Leaf

Vonita 6 Comments

Dry Leave
I carry the memories
Of summer sun on my
Skin, as I anticipate the
Arrival of autumn’s
Falling leaf.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/leaf/

emotions

Vonita 11 Comments

emotions are gentle waves lapping the soft warm sand of a sun-kissed beach.

emotions are raging storms that toss the largest ships as if they were a child’s toy.

emotions are tiny bubbles that sparkle and effervesce as giggles that cannot be contained.

emotions are salty tears that drench our cheeks with their relentless downpour.

they are pastel shades of a mother’s love, that overwhelming poignancy of meeting her newborn babe.

emotions speak truth and tell the tallest lies.

they are dark and white, and grey and light.

they are all the colours of the rainbow, and the blackest dream in which to drown.

emotions are life and the only thing that emotions are not

Is death. 

Follow the Leads

Vonita 3 Comments

I love the thought that we don’t always have to be striving for an ending in sight. We don’t need to be following a ‘plan’. Sometimes we just need to follow the leads. To be still and listen to our hearts. Listen to the stirrings of our souls. And be true to what we hear.

Be soft enough to hear, and gentle enough to feel. Be willing to be moved. And then follow the leads. 

Allow ourselves to be surprised.

Pots of Paints

Vonita 4 Comments

Colors and shapes and pots and paints

Pop up bright and come to life 

I breathe them in

My soul feels light 

I never ever want the black and grey 

I never ever want the beige and dull 

I choose the colour 

I choose the white 

I choose a new palette

I paint a new way.