And when our lives come to an end
What will our thoughts be then?
What will we think, what will we feel
Would we want our lives again?
Will we be at peace, or be at rest?
Or never want to go
To say goodbye to earthly life
And all that we do know
My heart sometimes
(Whenever)
Skips a beat
Gentle flurries of continuous motion –
The flicker of a flashing light,
It reminds me every time
To count my blessings every day
To say the words I want to say
To pen the lines I need to write
Because today might be my very last.
I’ll try and write my boredom away
For I am not seeing guns ‘n roses tonight
No rock concert for me no sirree
Just more of the same
More of these walls
And more of the
Wails
My life
Is passing me by
My mother reached across the void
Crossing her world to mine
She entered my dream
To speak to me
She carried a message
Reminding me
To live a life
More honorable –
Just as she taught
I honored the quiet spaces within my heart
By allowing a gentle peace to cover all my cares
The storm raged on outside, within
And through it all
I was calm
Poetry is
The air we breath
The life we live
The dreams we dream
Poetry is
A symphony
A ballet of dance
A canvas of words
Poetry is
All
And nothing
And everything in between
I will believe
In rainbows and roses
And kittens and snowdrops
In silhouette poses
And golden sunflowers
I will believe
That no one can hinder
True joy and laughter
That cruelty and war
And man’s quest for power
Is tied to this world
This natural form
I will believe
That all pain will pass
In a life ever after.
Feelings are fickle. Moods and emotions are high-maintenance. I’ve started this year with a new resolution. To focus on growing. Learning and creating. So now when my pain points are pressed (salt in all my wounds), which happens often, I am acknowledging it, respecting the life within, and letting it go.
We have only so many days in our lives. Each passing day is one less to live. But for today, we are alive, we are breathing, we are aware. Peace be to you.
I started the day with a positive attitude.
And then the day happened.
Just one single interaction with someone and all my low self-esteem came gushing forth, insecurities and failures and non-growth, comparing myself to others and it is all getting old and I am not worthy and blah blah blah.
I will have faith.
I will trust.
I will pray for God’s power.
I will be willing.
Not my will, dear Lord, but thine be done.
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