Not a day goes by Not a day there is a dry eye Not a moment in time I am at peace when I think of you Every stone left unturned Every word I ever heard Every chance that slipped away Now I am here Now you are there Now the end is a foreseeable place For every day that draws near For every fear For internal cleansing I wish you to have In case you wonder In case you ponder In case I cross your mind Please know I forgave you long ago Please know I still hurt though Please know I pray for you It is hard to search a person’s heart It is hard to know where to start It is not a battle I want to keep going So for me, the day has already come So it has been since I was young So now find your peace Inside you, something is churning Inside I am not sure it is my goodness that’s burning Inside is not my place to access but God’s Make the most of this chance or chances Make everlasting glances Make it count.
Life and circumstances affect you, often taking your true sight Your head must remember all of your might A heart can break from endless banter Things you’ve cared for now are shattered All the echos of the things left unsaid Conversations that you fast inside your head Relentless “what if’s” make you feel a certain way Sometimes things just replay You’re not required to emulate the bold Things will get hard to hold That’s no surprise You will fall and still rise You’ve done things before, without making a plan Time to rethink, man In one pressing moment, maybe more The one that had previously worked before A short period or if needed, in more than a while No one can judge the process, you are not on trial. Learn to accept that you’ve made mistakes and move on Life is shorter than it is long. Grow old being enough, with yourself and despite others Insist on and don’t resist, forgiveness for yourself Even if you are the one that is forgiving Try to go on, even if it is just by living The world has enough players, so you be real Just open up to yourself and feel. That will help you heal
Remember, there isn’t a war when you won’t fight. Alright?
Frozen by MwsR Can you feel it? Can you feel it way down deep? Or has it haunted you in your sleep?
You have become numb and changed The pieces that were once limber are stiff. Why is it that we stay on that frozen cliff?
Too many things have been affected Your goals and your visions have become neglected. It’s as if your soul has been rejected.
You can no longer see now there is a haze You try to get back what time tries to erase When in all actuality you cannot continue the chase.
Waiting for that one rock to knock you and shatter you into many pieces Hoping that the Sun will warm you and bring you back to living Where once breath was inside of you now you have nothing that’s giving.
You are frozen. You are frozen in time. You are frozen in time because you have grown cold.
No spark has left no flame will burn Until this curse has risen You need to realize what it is you have to give and how much more of your life you have to live, just listen.
You don’t have to be frozen Time doesn’t have to freeze You can avoid being cold…
The spark is there it will ignite the flame The curse will rise and you shall remain You can give and continue to live.
Deep within, you’ve always felt without. You keep things in instead of putting them out. Pressing yourself to anything in order to feel. Leaving your heart to the side because it won’t heal. Filling up on disappointments and things. Intercepting the blows just to experience a change. Digging has become harder to do Making it out is all that consumes you. A hole is where you have been Where you are again. You must learn to stay content, Or try your darndest to become more relevant. Nothing will change for you Unless to yourself, you stay true. You’ll stay in a hole of deep sadness and distress. Learn to heal first then take care of the rest. Soon that hole will be no more. You’ll have many more feelings to explore.
The first day back at school was both exciting and mysterious for Blue. She wondered what it would be like. She had lots of things she pondered on, like who was going to be her teachers, would she like them, would any of her best buddies be in her same classes, and did she have enough supplies for school, etc. She was always allowed one day when her parents and her and her brother were off to the city to look for school supplies and back to school outfits for them to wear, a whole week worth too. Although, her family was not endowed with a lot of money, her parents make a special effort to at least get five whole outfits. To Blue who had long figured out something very useful, she made each outfit coordinate with the other. This gave Blue more outfits! Smart thinking.
Blue would head out the door, to get in the family car, because they had to be driven by their parents. This was because it was a private school they attended , not public where school buses took the students to school. Her parents wanted her in a private Christian school. Although, Blue knew lots of public school students, from hanging out at the local mall or roller skating places. Private schools were smaller in size, smaller in ratios, and included things like Bible Class, and Awana Clubs, and Chapel services. You wouldn’t find that in the public school setting. The private school pledged allegiance every morning to the American flag, the Christian flag, and the Bible. Blue felt comfortable at her school and felt that she had the opportunity to make a difference with her talents, like music and singing. This school had an amazing choir, that went to compete in state competitions. Blue was always in choir.
Blue looked forward to meeting her buddies again. The summertime break was far too long for her. She thrived amongst her close friends and loved being back around them. Not any of them knew much about Blue’s turmoiled home life, however. She felt if she was to tell them they would not want to be around her or ever do much with her. Her secret home life was just that, a secret. Blue played sports for her school. She loved the comradery and was happy to be in basketball, and volleyball, and she went on to be a cheerleader. After away games, the team would stop before returning home and eat at a restaurant or fast food place. This was always fun. At Blue’s house there was very little eating out. In her house, her mom cooked all the meals. Once in a while on a Saturday, Blue would be out with her mom and they would grab a burger. So eating out at different places was looked at as a treat.
School days lasted from 8am-3pm. Sometimes, Blue would get to school at 6;30 am because of her parent’s work schedules. She would sit in the cafeteria, where all the kids would conjugate until school started. Some of the kids would eat breakfast, and some would do homework from the night before, some would play games, and Blue mostly talked to her friends. When school let out for the day, Blue would be on the “playground” awaiting her parent’s arrival to take her home. Usually that was around 4 pm., an hour after school had been let out for the day. Those hours made for a very long day at school. Blue did not mind all that much, because time at school meant time with friends. Friends were what made school the best.
The biggest decisions that Blue had to make was usually, what to wear to school the next day and what to eat at school. Usually things were predictable for Blue, when going to school and at school, she liked that. It was the unpredictable things that threw a “wrench” in her day, things like dealing with her parents, her brother, and her life. Certainly school had its challenges, but all in all, back to school was alright.
It is sad sometimes But it is so real. The life we live all the time. When there is doubt or fear, or pain We go back to where we once were. Finding comfort from the same. It’s scary to think For us to move on we need to collect our memories Before they sink. Often blinded by the once was Too much can cloud our today’s. But if you have to, to move ahead, or just because… Then collect your memories Express their feelings as best you can. Be it in song, writing, or whatever sensories.
