Stops For A While, by MwsR
When a heart weeps it seems it stops for a minute or two
Sometimes it feels forever when it is about you
I often wonder why or how
But that’s not answered now.
You can only give until time or fate has changed
Sometimes it never comes, often things get rearranged.
Sad is my heart, weeping inside
Sometimes it stops for a minute or two
Often it’s when I think of you.
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Are we ever really sure… by MwsR
Sometimes things are too much
Too much for us to handle.
Sometimes we are like a clasp on a shoe
Easy to work but with not much forethought.
Sometimes we can fail to work
To serve our purpose.
When clasps don’t work any longer we replace them with another one.
Clasps serve one purpose, they are to hold things together,
To keep things from separating.
Sometimes we lose the intended purpose.
Too often we just see this one thing…
When there are many more all around us.
If we were meant to only have one clasp or better yet given one clasp to last…
What care we would have taken of it!
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…the Game
By MwsR
Why do we think there is always time?
What is it that makes us thinks we are free from death or separation?
It is a constant mind game that we allow ourselves to play.
The object is denial and the rules are not written.
Each one of us is individually creating a falsehood for ourselves.
By not choosing to be a realist, we become avoiders.
We avoid thinking the truth because frankly, the truth scares people.
It is a self created “bubble” we live within.
Choices are for players in our game.
It is we, who determine which things we will choose to believe,
It is the lies that we tell ourselves that will inevitably lead to our capture.
There are no real winners, only players.
Each thing we bring to the game has its place and purpose.
We can play the hand of “luck” or we can make sure to strategically place our heart somewhere, or our mind and soul.
It is a game that lasts forever, well until the game is destroyed from continuous play and action.
Self-worth and self-love are key instigators as to who will take the lead or who will fall behind.
If we are lucky enough along the way there will be other players that for lack of a clue, will inadvertently hand us the chance to surpass them.
On and on till either fate steps in or we can’t play any longer.
If you have no conscience you will more than likely gather your share of highlights or prizes throughout, the game.
But if you have a conscience, that you keep at your side, you will struggle with the ultimate prize or in taking the lead.
Which one will you choose, which game player are you?
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To love is to bear your heart…whether it is reciprocated or not.
Sometimes it can be wonderful….sometimes it won’t.
Don’t stop loving …just don’t.💝
MwsR
Remembering is healing….By MwsR
I appreciate the food, the things I was given
I want to think you for the love that you did give.
Some memories were good, I will always remember.
I won’t forget the good food we had at dinner.
All the time I lived with you was not bad or terrible or sad
There were moments throughout it I was especially glad.
I loved the smell of your pillowcases or gowns,
The ones I would dress up in and prance around.
I loved the color you let me pick out for my room
And you’re sending me to a good school that taught the golden rule.
It was good to live near a creek where I often played
And brought home all those bags of clay.
I enjoyed the swing set you bought for me
I thought of it as a castle, among other things.
I enjoyed going to church and being with friends
If it wasn’t for you I wouldn’t have been.
I remember playing with your hair and acting like a beautician
Rubbing your back and feeling important.
I wish things had not changed as I grew older,
Between us…but it did.
I long for the peaceful times I had as a kid.
It was not all bad but it changed
I wish somehow things had not been so deranged.
So for all the joy, the part I had
I want to say Thank you, and for the bad.
It made me different, gave me a new perspective
A new outlook, and helped me to save my heart and keep it from being defective.
Sometimes things just don’t work out the way we want. Sometimes we have to escape things that on our heart will haunt.
I heal by writing, by loving my children.
I heal by moving on and keeping on believing.
I choose hope over defeat.
I want to walk instead of feeling beat
Sometimes we have to love people from afar,
I just wish it had not been us, because it reminds me of a scar.
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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.
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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