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Journey By MwsR

Seems just yesterday we were getting things ready for your prom

Things were so very different and unknown back then.

Many dreams, hopes, and wishes that never seemed to end.

I remember how nervous you were being all “dolled up”,

Yet,to me you were such a true beauty, despite the makeup.

I wish I had collected every thought and word, all those years ago.

I always wanted to be there for all your “firsts”,

All the times when your spirit seemed about to bust.

Those times when everything I did seemed to be just enough.

You were the first, for me.

So beautiful and tiny,

So meek and yet so strong.

Oh, how I long to be there once again,

When there was nothing better than holding your small hand.

How could that path turn to such a different one?

I feel we lost something along the way,

Something that either was burnt or got tattered

Those feelings we may never have again.

I long for the day when the sun shines our way again

When all that will matter is us and our love.

Here’s to and through the journey, of us.

Thank you for reading 🙂

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A Life Like That, by MwsR

There was a time when things were not more important than loving a person.

Love and life of this old world could be found with much anticipation and vigor.

Things like that were not only shown in the movies but in real life.

The seasons of a person’s life always came at the time they were supposed to and in the manner, they should

Money earned was spent on an enjoyable vacation filled with memories of your family or friends.

Money saved was hope in the future of comfortability and not a necessity.

People went and shook the hand of their neighbors and they called them by their first names.

There was no closed doors because anyone was welcome to stop by.

People were special, even if they were just a passer more by.

Things were easier to see and people did not walk around in a socialized made haze.

Because of the way they were reared they knew how to endear, as well as persevere.

The biggest battle or two, for the school-age group, was which clique to belong to or which club to be in.

I wish our world had those things gone before us.

Love like that and respect of one’s neighbor was engrained in them all.

Society was in general friendlier than the one we know today.

No one really stepped over others, just to get there own way.

I would very much liked it back, in the day.

A life like that came with its share of excitement, respect, loyalty, and love.

Too bad today, much of what we see is when people shove.

When people are mean, destructive, and rude.

Selfish is the new thinking, and it is clouded with a sky of resentment.

Sure not all is bad, as is the case, mostly, anyway.

Just thinking about a life like that!

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Mirror by MwsR

“I am good enough,” she said to herself.

“I am not the prettiest, not the littlest but I ain’t ugly,” she continued as she looked in the mirror.

Despite her repeated efforts to make herself feel important or good about herself, the one thing she never could forget was the way she had been treated.

No mirror will help your soul shine... NO twist of fate will change your mind... **** It is only when you, yourself can take off all those self-doubts, all those busted dreams, and scrape up your own courage to see yourself as a fallible, imperfect creature that you will feel as you always should of, about yourself. Inhibited only by yourself and not the opinions of others.

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Mirror by MwsR

“I am good enough,” she said to herself.

“I am not the prettiest, not the littlest but I ain’t ugly,” she continued as she looked in the mirror.

Despite her repeated efforts to make herself feel important or good about herself, the one thing she never could forget was the way she had been treated.

No mirror will help your soul shine... NO twist of fate will change your mind... **** It is only when you, yourself can take off all those self-doubts, all those busted dreams, and scrape up your own courage to see yourself as a fallible, imperfect creature that you will feel as you always should of, about yourself. Inhibited only by yourself and not the opinions of others.

Thank you for reading 🙂

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Simplicity….

A friend and I were talking about a simpler life.
How without cell phones a parent would have to trust their child or the child would have to call in to let their parents know that everything was alright.
Also, a couple would have to trust each other when they were away from each other. Not keeping tabs on where the other was, etc.

Life nowadays is hectic enough.
Try calling, sending cards, or visiting each other.
Make a point to trust your spouse, your children and each other.

Try to live life as peaceful and trusting as you can.
Be friendly. Be kind.
A simple life needs just this. That’s all. And you can change your one action and think at a time.

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THIS MORNING by MwsR

This morning went all wrong…
It was a stressful, neurotic one.
But she held herself together because she knew it wasn’t right to run.
Her efforts will pay off in the end.
They always do.

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There can be great sadness in the “unknowns” of things, yes I made my own word there.
If we look to create a circumstance our minds are more than able and ready to run with it.
Sadness…madness..worry…doubt…fear
These emotions and thoughts can fade our optimism through time if we let them.
When we lose that hint of hope…we lose.
Keep optimism….keep hope
I dare say make a hopeful circumstance or thought.

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Blue (from Blue’s thoughts)

I know how it feels to be scared. I have spent most of my life being scared. I have felt like there was no-one to trust but many to fear. The ones who were suppose to help me and keep me safe, are the main ones responsible for the fear I have inside. I do cope, if you could say that. Sometimes I relive things and sometimes I imagine things . Using different scenarios I will let my own mind move through it all, until I see what lies at the end of that particular scenario. I have always felt like that is what keeps me from totally cracking or falling apart. If somehow I could imagine things and have myself deal with those imaginations, of worse case scenarios, I would be more prepared and equipped to deal with them should they become a reality. I guess.

A lot of things have happened to me that only I know. As is the case with others, I’m sure. I remember lots of things but never really all in one sitting. The remembered parts of my life, come in segments , sometimes at different months, years, or days. Nothing really has to “set them off”. The thoughts of remembering, just happen when they want , usually. I don’t think anyone could really understand the way my life has truly felt for me. I doubt anyone has a decent clue, even. I have talked about things at various times and those listening will sometimes just nod. Sometimes, those listening to my stories, will comment on what I have told them. None listening or commenting really help me to feel better. In fact seeing their expressions make me feel more isolated, more misunderstood. It is a vicious cycle. I want others to know, to hear, to feel what I did, but how can they, really? Is it even possible?

There has always been that voice inside my head that tells me, “Maybe you have made up half of the stuff you think or say has happened.” It eats away at my mind’s sanity. I mean it could be possible, couldn’t it? Then there is the pain and feelings I felt that flood into my everyday life, into my reasonings, my thoughts, my pain. That would have to be real, right? I mean I have seen or read about someone making up things that they truly believe has occurred or been done to them. They believe in what they have said and feel so much, perhaps they have unannounced to them, convinced themselves of something that is erroneous. I have no doubt that our minds are very powerful motivators for things we do and the actions we do as well.

Why was I put in the life I find myself in? Why must I constantly doubt that true love is something I have, will have, or is even meant for me? I constantly doubt the sincerity of people’s actions, and I question their motives. This comes from the fatherly betrayal and from my own mother’s problems with me, and in dealing with her own life. I find it hard to let myself just relax and lean on another person. It is and has always been a long and strenuous journey for me to come to terms with. However, I must keep going through it, trying to understand it, and keep love in my heart. It would be so easy to not care for anyone, or even myself. I must constantly tell myself I am worthy of love, real love. I must also tell myself that there are genuine people out there with genuine feelings for me. I must never stop believing in faith and hope and charity. Never!

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Author’s note-

My journey is not the most terrible one that has ever occurred. There are people that have experienced extreme treatments and hurts, and have had awful lives, at the hand of another person. I believe each person is different, feels things differently, and deals with things in a fashion that is appropriate for them. For me, my home life,, has it’s share of secrets, heartaches, and sadness. It is not however without good times, happiness, and love. This has always been my own story, my own life. Being Blue has been one of the hardest burden, to bear. I hope that one day I can help others, the way a few have helped me, by telling the story, so many live and know, as well. I hope in sharing my life that others will find the strength and the courage, for whatever battle they find themselves facing.

Thank you for reading 🙂