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.
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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.
Shield of Strength
I will protect myself
As I would any child or two
I will protect myself
From danger’s harm
From the lion’s den
From the place I find myself
In.
I will protect myself
With my shield of strength.
Back Against Wall
No more could I do
No more could I bring
I brought the best of me
I gave it my all
No more could I do
It is what it is
My back touches the wall.
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.
Believe
I believe in myself
My talents and my will
I believe in myself
My craft and my skill
I believe in my mind
My heart and my soul
I believe in myself
I can and I will
I won’t let me down
Through the night
Or the dawn
I will draw strength
From the deep endless well
Of courage and my grit
To live the best life
I was born to fulfill.
I Took A Risk
I took a risk and changed my world. I took a risk and stepped outside. I took a risk and all along, it seemed to be my honest prayer. The skies had cleared, the clouds were gone, for one brief time my heart felt strong. But just as soon as all was said, the clouds built up, so grey and dark. They threatened storms, they hung down low, I closed my eyes to make it go. The thunder stormed, the hailstones fell, all peace was gone, replaced by hell. But life is strange, we need the rain, if only to see for once the glorious bow. I took a risk and now it’s done. The door is closed, I must move on. There will be another, a door for me. There will be another, a golden key. So now dear friends, I lay my head, I will sleep for now, to gather strength. For strength I need to see ahead. I need all strength. I must be strong.
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