Miracles in the midst of uncertainty It is where saneness meets eternity. Obstacles stand waiting, But faith is so demanding, Traces of disbelief fade in the quest for truth. Never were we born to be a sleuth, Purpose becomes the focus Not forgetting though the thing that tried to choke us. It is easier to rest in truths and not circumstance… Turning a few times to give us a second, then last, a single glance. Things can change..as they often do, It happens and it will for you.
Embellishments to my fears Not pretty but hurtful like a spear, The thoughts I wish would float away But instead, they linger and stay Embellishments to the stains The ones that came out from the pains. Nothing grand to look upon Defeated and trampled on. Trying hard to imagine it all in a different light, But there are just some things that can’t be made right. Embellishments to the tears Falling so often through the years. Noteworthy and significant they have been. Defining the outcome from within.
Aware by MwsR (POEM IS ALL IT IS, BASED ON LIFE REALLY)
I’m so tired of trying So much like a gun that’s through firing. I have the capabilities to do more, It just isn’t worth all the allure. Maybe it was a trial run or a possible misfire Maybe my emotions are a liar. Need me, only in case of emergency It can’t be me anymore, you see! I’ve done all I desire to do Remember it wasn’t me but you. There is a shift in power now I’m taking over, someway, somehow. Better if you look for another opportunity Because I’m putting you away for my sanity. I won’t get played anymore See we have already been here, in this predicament before. It’s nothing that it is the way it is Just one to just dismiss. There I said it, now you know Don’t come to me unless you can show What it means to say you care. It’s more than words, you should be made aware.
If people could feel what it is that makes a person’s heart want to crawl outside their body, then they would know. When the hurt is so bad, you feel your heart start to slow. Love can do that for many reasons. It does not differentiate between “human” seasons. It doesn’t start or end there, It will creep out from behind and sense where you are, anywhere. It is hard to let others know what you feel when there are no words No reason or rhyme, when you feel absurd. It is an inner thing, When in the balance of life or the death thing. If people only knew what I would do for one last conversation with you, For one more hello or goodbye, one more word or two. It’s easy to be distracted, not taking into account those you’ve impacted. For if you knew you could make changes that need to be made Go outside and sing in the rain, Walk with your loved one hand in hand, Not let anything remove you from where you stand. It is easy to pass condemnation, That is what is wrong today with our whole nation. One cannot know all there is to know, Just by living, without anything to show. I have had chances, maybe blew a couple or a few, But there is one thing that would have made a difference, Usually, it is, “If they only knew…”
Starting it is too small to see But deep down it starts to hurt a small part of me, Though visibly you wouldn’t even know A certain feeling instead that starts to grow. It comes from words that crush your soul Or feelings turned into actions that dig your spirit a hole. Like a plant that is starved of food, It starts to wilt and not look so good. A minute event that can change the outlook A part that nothing specific it seems it took But noticeable and unforgiving in spite It will continue to fracture if not treated right. The only way to make it better maybe To simply leave it alone, you see. Time has a way of correcting the bad Or making us happy despite the feelings that once made us sad. Like feelings that became fractures of the heart Learning to let go is a really good place to start, To repair, live with or treat the best way Our fractures will either go or they’ll continue to stay. But to know we have done the best we could make us feel better like we all should.
Mws R Writings 