“It is only through labor and painful effort, by grim energy and resolute courage, that we move on to better things.”
― Theodore Roosevelt
Sometimes by MwsR
Imagine your life in a happier time
Sometimes that’s how I remember mine.
Times that made you smile and shine
Things that were easily peace of mind.
Sometimes things are complicated
Even can leave us exasperated.
That is when remembering steps in
Of a wonderful place or time that has been.
Our minds serve many purposes and jobs
They can be reminders or be like a tripod
Supportive and will keep us held higher
That is the good ones the ones that inspire.
Sometimes there are reminders of deeds gone wrong
Sometimes it plays in our head like a bad song.
This isn’t the way most would want it to be
They only want the good ones you see.
But to grow and have happiness
There has to be both of them
Wrong and right reminders
So we learn, appreciate, and have no blinders.
Remember all the thoughts, deeds, and pain
There never can be any growth if there never is rain.
Move forward always but reflect what’s gone,
This is necessary for all, not wrong.
Starting a diet can be as daunting as keeping those pesky pounds on your waistline. And it certainly doesn’t get any better with age.
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Of course this was not written down in stone
The many things that were done wrong.
I did not record previous conversations
Lacking that fortitude, to plot on so many occasions.
There was not a banner that hung on a wall
It was a mutual array between us all.
It had to be me,
You knew it the whole time, you see.
There was plotted scenarios,
You wanted me to be the foe.
Things kind of fell in place
It was obvious it was your place
If it hadn’t been me,
Then you’d been the flea
The one who was on someone’s back
Trying to calm the tension, and that’s a fact.
You’d been the pest,
The one who felt everything on their chest
Circumstances would surely have been different
But it was me and you were indignant.
YOU let me ride that wave all the way
Without caring if I was to pay.
Why? It doesn’t matter
I was the ball you were the batter.
It was in your hands to change things
But you made lies, oh the stings!
It had to be me,
Personally I don’t think you could of handled it, you see.
Weak enough to create another reality because yours failed
Not strong enough to admit your mistakes, I was derailed.
Because it was me,
You didn’t get strong or have to survive
I did.
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She was someone I never got to know
Holding onto some idea of how it was to go.
I studied each picture, all the time
Trying to find resemblance of her in this face of mine.
My siblings say I look like her so
My heart held onto that and tried to never say “no”
For if I was like her even in looks
She would of stuck it out, and I’d never be forsook.
I think about her often, it has been five years now
Since I said my final goodbye and my world was turned around.
Mother she was but not in the sense of a relationship or in name
She never earned that with me, it’s a shame.
I was adopted out to my aunt and uncle
It was a different kind of struggle.
They cherished me not, loved me little
I was tormented and caught in the middle.
Mother was not the way I knew my life giver
Even though her blood runs through my veins
She was a life giver, for that I am grateful
But it changes very little.
When I think of her, as I often do
I wish she had been a mother too.
Some people come into our life for a specific purpose
They might not realize it at first
I think she knew that my life began with her
But that it would continue without her.
She may had of had feelings like a mother would for me,
Yet I could not see.
So life can grab us and weigh us down
It gives us struggles that can cause lots of frowns
It’s all is in how you measure what your portions are
That when you can start to repair your heart.
As I am learning to do,
Taking the little I had and working it through.
By MwsR
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