MwsR Poem

Once Upon A Time, by MwsR

Once upon a time
There was no reason or rhyme
My heart held a song
It was about where I belong
My eyes held the pain
Of my sorrow that attached to my name.
I had a load of questions
Some good, some bad, and it was over decisions
My head was filled with trouble
My mind kept me in that bubble.
I exploded one day
It left me in an obscure way.
Now I live in the,
Someday, somehow
And this girl seemed content,
Though her heartstrings were bent
If you’ve been there you know what I meant.
The End is not here, nope
Peace, Love, and Hope.

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MwsR Quote

“Father”

You were never a father to me. I was not your daughter. You took my peace of mind, made me feel unsafe, and broke my heart.
All that remains of “us” is the fire of my spirit. My hope is my guide. Not a father but a motivation. Not a father but a lesson. Not a father and never as strong as me. Not a father, at least not for me.

~ voice of a survivor, myself~ MwsRwritings.com

And it Begins…

In the past you may remember the stories of "BLUE". These stories were reflective of my own life. I wrote truth in these stories. My truth. My life. Follow along as I try to bring more to you all from my life, especially growing up in a home that was anywhere from normal. I want to give others a voice. I want to share my experiences, not to lay blame but to lay claim to my life. The events that happened in my own childhood home, has greatly shaped my life today. I hope in sharing my experience that I may empower those reading , those who need to seek help, those that need to believe that life can change for them in a good way again. We are not our past. We do not have to live there anymore. There is hope, there is power within ourselves.
Details

I am not sure how to start, so bear with me as I work through the details and all as I start to write. I want to make it something worth reading but I have struggled a long time with how the format and all as it should be. MwsR

As far back as I can remember is where I will start this journey for you, into my life. I remember being around four. It was a Christmas holiday. I have seen pictures of it. I had a baby blue dress on with red and white cowboy boots. These boots were made from vinyl and they laced up the whole front. I was fascinated with the whole “being a cowboy era”. It was a time when no one looked at gun shooting and riding in a pose as bad things. That Christmas I received a red cowgirl hat. It was made from soft material and had a string that could be tightened to keep it on your head. It matched perfectly with my cowboy boots. I also received a set of play guns with their holsters. They were attached to a belt. I wore this proudly. Everything matched so well.

I remember the tinsel tree we had. The way the tinseled limbs would make a noise as you touched them. I loved the way the Christmas tree lights would reflect onto each facet of the tinseled limbs. For a kid such as myself, this was magical. I loved everything about our tinsel tree. I loved how the sparkles would illuminate our ceiling and other things in the vicinity of our tree. I do not know where the tree came from but I can about guarantee that if it was bought it was bought from Sears Roebuck and Company. Everything back in those early years came from Sear. It was a local department store that also shipped to places. Very convenient and popular when I was a child.

Christmas was almost predictable. You could guarantee that in my stocking that was hung somewhere, there would be nuts, oranges, apples, and a pack or two of chewing gum. Perhaps a peppermint stick or two. It would slowly change up some as I aged. Later including things like nail polish, fingernail clippers, lipgloss, tooth-brush, hair-brush, chewing gum, “Life Savers” candies, and so forth. I just knew that nuts would be forever in my stocking and they actually were each and every Christmas. Funny how you can remember details like that when you get older. Yet, sometimes you can not remember day-to-day things. I remember my own Christmases as decent and memorable.

I was asked what I really wanted for Christmas each year. More times than not I got the one thing I really wanted, That was nice. I would spend countless hours looking in the Sears catalog. It was a great thing. There was everything from clothes, to appliances, to toys, and so much more. The Sears company would come out with a great “big” book each ear around Christmas time. It was called”Wish Book” if I remember correctly. It was the “mac daddy” of all their catalogs. So much to look through, so much to see, and reasonable prices. Everybody who was anybody bought stuff from this catalog. Especially around Christmas. Because they shipped items, it was the best for sending Christmas gifts, special occasion gifts, and all. Their local stores had appliances that everyone shopped for. Later in the years, they would eventually be in every mall, and every city around. Seriously, they were the STORE.

Lots of good Christmas memories, I have. I never was disappointed. I thank my mom for most of those memories. Christmas was always about Christ’s birth but always about getting that one big wish you wanted to receive, and for the memories I have, I did. As an adult that has had three kids and four grandkids, I continue the tradition of the stockings and that one big gift Except my stockings don’t have nuts or chewing gum. Ha ha. I tried that when my kids were younger and they really did not like or understand that I gave them nuts. LOL So I never repeated that. I do however continue to put needed and useful things and every little bit, a “toy” or something fun inside their stockings. They may be in their twenties but the joy of Christmas needs to be there for them.

What was your favorite Christmas?What traditions did your family have? Was Christmas time good or bad for you and why?

MwsR

Poem Share~”Pulse of Life Reflecting”

https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/484598-pulse-of-life-reflecting/

…inspiring me to follow the light  
of The Maker’s luminosity…

adagio

Therapy by MwsR

Inside my tiny brain

Often things drive me insane

Like getting through my daily tasks

Or making sure that bill has been paid in the past

I struggle to answer questions

Like should I dress better, comb my hair,

Things that to my own self, may be unaware.

Looking around me at chores to do

Wondering if that is a golden rule

Never really taking time to eat

I’d rather think about my lack of sleep.

Contemplating if I should drink water,

Trying to be more healthy, if only in my mind.

Nothing satisfying really do I find.

Knowing that there are things that bring me happiness

If only I would choose to experience them.

Like birds singing, flowers blooming.

The sway of the wind through the trees

The caresses from my pets that bring me joy

The playful nature they have playing with their toys

Knowing all my bills are paid for the month

Having something satisfying to eat, if I choose

Hearing the running water sounds from my pool

Not having to deal with fools

Getting an “out of the ordinary” text from someone who cares for me

These things are the only therapy I need.

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Turbulence

Not for the faint of heart

Rising from the very start

Switching back and forth like a pendulum

Hiding in the shadows

Yet eventually rinsing

Making issues along the way

I wish it would not stay

Turbulence is hard

It is brutal and cunning

Surprising those from the inside out

Making problems bigger

Handing out blows from every angle

Sharper than a sword

Quieter than a heartbeat

Faster than an ant

Reaching further than your past

Don’t let this turbulence drag you down

Keep a smile instead of a frown

Wear the suit of heroes before you

Use the strength you always have had

Sure it will come and edge closer

Maybe perhaps it will carry you down

But that doesn’t have to beat you

That turbulence doesn’t have to succeed

We fight, we maintain, and we long for something better

Something meaningful and constant.

Then is when turbulence will be shifted into good for you.

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Struggles

Seems like there is no one way

One answer for all

Things roll sometimes,

Sometimes they just fall.

Why can’t things always be easy

Able to be reached, to be changed?

I’m feeling some sort of way today

Reminiscing and inside myself, screaming

I always have to pay.

I might of changed somethings

Changed other things

But I feel so incomplete often

Awaiting what tomorrow brings.

Struggles don’t discriminate

They often replicate

Leaving behind confusion and doubt

Very hard for some people to take.

Like we need to breathe, to live

We need struggles too

It makes us stronger and we will survive.

Don’t fret

Not yet

Live as best you can

With and without and you’ll be set.

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