Things are ending, I can’t explain
Once bright sparks scattered in the dark
Lost the fun and without the feels
This new year is dead to some
One day one step at a time
Voids will fill
They will
Somehow
Tag change
Shapes
I cannot get the shape to fit, what am I doing wrong?
I press and push to no avail, it will not yield my touch.
Ponder, question, wonder why, how to bend the form to will?
It is not the shapes, my child, that need to change
They are set in shape and stone.
Take what you have, the clay and sand – and work the world around
Thoughts and hearts, minds and cares, and see the change abound.
One small piece, one at a time, build on solid ground.
And then one day, you will see, you will find –
The shapes all fit and beauty has been
Found.
Something New
Clouds will go
Clouds will come
Clouds will shadow
Clouds will rain.
There is nothing we need do
But to fall into the
Energy
That inspires us to change
Into something
New.
Deliver Me
On the other side lies an unseen
Day
Beckoning hope and promising
Future
Of stars a-glitter and full moons;
Suns of gold and a whispering morn
Night separates here from there
Dark from light
A freezing winter from fall.
Dreams,
Transport me!
Carry me safely
Hold me tenderly
Deliver me to the other
Side.
Believe
I have to believe
I have to see
That the future is holding out
All that is good
All that is good for me
I cling and I fall
I swing and after all
I get back up again
Punch me once
Punch me twice
I will – I will overcome.
Stepping Stone
A stone emerged from the water
Smooth as silk and brown as the bark of a weathered oak tree
Water rushed by hurriedly to its destination wherever that might be
Tentatively I stepped forward
One little step
And there I was
Right in the midst of the gushing stream
The earth stood its ground behind me
The other side was too far
But right in front of me, another stone emerged
Calm and smooth and offering somewhere to stand
My own stepping
Stone.
I Need Rope
Simple rope made for the wall
I will braid it for strength
Reinforced with my will.
A simple hope to keep me alive
Infused with my breath
It will help me survive.
I see my fear, I can smell it’s scent.
I will not run I have nowhere to hide
I will work on my rope until
I can use it to climb.
I Need To Think
A gigantic wall is in front of me. Blocking my way. I need to get to the other side. I need to get to paradise.
I look behind and the earth has fallen away.
I look to the left, and as my heart sinks, I fear my right, knowing what to expect.
The sun beats me, as it gets hold of my skin. The crystal blue sky is beautiful and merciless with the absence of any cloud.
There is no shade.
Paradise is just past the wall. That gigantic barrier blocking my way.
And so I wonder. I question.
How do I get over it. I have no ladder. I cannot climb. My hands are small and I am not strong.
How do I get over it. While my skin burns and my heart races, I sit myself down.
I need to think.
Flotsam
I don’t feel so good
My heart is sore and my soul is
Bruised.
An empathy arises for the child within
I wrap my arms to protect her
Vulnerability
I feel lost
Floating along a turmoiled sea
Reaching for any flotsam passing by.
I am lost.
With only the blue sky to lead the way.
I don’t feel so good.
Out of my Control
It’s out of my hands
There’s nothing I can do
But let myself go and slip
Into the gale force howling
Past my door.
I’ll let it bash me where it
Will.
My eyes are closed.
My hands are open.
It’s out of my control.
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