Even After

 

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Even after all the pain

After all the rejection 

I would let you back in.

I would do it guarded and on high alert

But I would definitely try

Even after all the lies that you have told about me

After all those days I wished to be free

I would still sit with you

I would do it without apprehension but willingness.

But I would be reserved from your taking your advice.

Even after the loss of my happy teenage years

After all the hiding I had to do and the shame

I would let you know the “now” me

I would pray each day, so I could have courage to stand strong

But I will never willingly let you hurt me again.

Even after the rumors, the harm, the backstabbing

After everyone has formed their own opinions of me 

I would let you genuinely love me

I would prefer that you are humble

But I won’t beg you for none of this, ever.

Even after…

MwsR ❤

Butterfly, poem

 

As if I am beneath your feet

Like a floor with which your feet pound upon.

I am innocent and  so wronged

A victim to this never-ending position you leave me in.

It would appear that you have scrapped all the flesh from my bones

Left just parts dangling in the wind for all to see.

Therefore no one knows the real me.

No one can see past your charades of caring.

I feel it when I see them staring.

I know they would as soon accuse me of ill will

But I am the one whose soul begs itself to love still.

Like a wilderness trail few will travel alone

Yet, here I am feeling this way, inside my hearts home.

If dreams could make wishes come true

I should just stop trying so hard to rise above this suffrage and deceit

When will I be able to finally retreat?

Torment some of you’re doing, some of my own

I need to sift through it, and refuse to store it up

As if it were something that I would later go back to.

I do not want to go back to those times, those issues

Like a butterfly formed from a caterpillar

I want to emerge beautiful and with purpose

Living each moment as if I had no recollection of the former times.

Not letting you take me back there, not for one more second.

Butterfly…

MwsR ❤

 

MwsR writings

I think that this past week has taught me a lot about others, and myself. 

I went to see my dying sister and it was an image I think I will never shake from my mind. Seems like time was not on her side but allowed her to be around to say her farewells to her loved ones, which is way more than what others get. I am glad she had that time. I am glad I had that time to say goodbye to her. She was a rather comical sister. She laughed and loved to make others laugh. I saw glimpses of that when I went to visit her. That brought some comfort to the situation, to know she could still joke and be comical, facing the end of her life.

Sometimes funerals and saying goodbyes to a dear one is more for those saying goodbye than for those that are passing on from this life. It is those who pas away suddenly and most  unexpectantly that are hardest , I think, to bear. We do not get to say our final blessings or what have you to those who pass without warning. It is hard to live with sometimes, and it can cause such pain.

This past weekend was the service for my sister. It was wall to wall with people , some standing for lack of seats and some that stood in the door way area. It was amazing to see how many people came to say their farewells. Everyone had words of love and fond remembrance of my sister. I saw two pictures of her when she was much younger. It was uncanny at resemblances of her and I heard from several people how I looked like her, and it was bittersweet.

I think what I learned most was that people have a hard time with death and while others don’t, there is still the fear of the unknown after we leave here. I saw and heard from people who regretted not having more time and others who wished things had have been different for their relationship with my sister. I learned that we as humans have a hard time letting go. I know that we as humans, cling to things and have a fear of living a life outside of our pain. Sometimes, we try to punish ourselves by staying in a constant mourning, so to speak, and we will not let ourselves truly carry on with our own lives.

Sometimes, life can sink right down into our very soul and in doing so, we cannot ever truly free ourselves of things like remorse, guilt, tragedy, terrible times, hard times, and things that were not pleasant. We have to , you hear me, we have to! We are not meant to carry every single thing that we regret or have done wrong or that has happened in our life on our own shoulders and especially things that connect to our soul. It is impossible to live our lives in a SHADOW of who and what we were meant to be. We must forgive our past judgements, mistakes, regrets, and lack of’s. We are human and we will not always do things the right way, say all there needs to be said , or even treat people the way they should be treated, no matter how hard we try.

What I took away with me from this terrible week was to cherish the good moments the fleeting ones too.

  • Make the most of every person, every opportunity you can.
  • Do not wait for tomorrow may not come. 
  • Forgive those that wronged you 
  • Forgive those who are still wronging you.
  • Love yourself enough to say, “That is okay to walk away from stress and conflict.”
  • Let things go.
  • Love with your true self, regardless of what others think.
  • If God is in your life, cling to him, he will cling to you.
  • Make amends, as best you can.  Sometimes others will not give you a chance to do this, it is not your fault. It is something within their own heart that needs to change. Sadly sometimes that never happens. Try and accept it.
  • Do not stay silent when things are in conflict, use your love and let it guide your mouth.
  • It is okay to be HUMAN.
  • Accept that not everyone in your life will love you for being you and that is okay.

 And in closing this thought…

Please allow yourself some happiness and forgiveness and love.

MwsR ❤

 

Smells, poem

 

The smells always get to me…

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Someone you are meeting for the very first time,

Lofting from a warmed up oven waiting for your food surprise.

Handshakes that were given at a cordial hello,

The scent from the lotion that the other person used so.

Something that has begun to spoil

When someone exercises and their bodies are hot

A windy day that blows past your nose

Drinking from water from rubber hoses.

Clothes fresh from the dryer

Your armpits after a lot of perspiring.

Savory food fresh from a grill

Someone’s mouth when they are real ill.

Paper from a printing machine

Things sometimes you can’t recognize or cannot be seen.

Flowers in bloom

And a straw broom.

Infections of all kinds

Things that never even crossed your mind.

Dirt from the earth below

Gifts of perfume, from people you know

Sniff and smell

Lots of different things as you can tell.

Too many to list

So much of them are bliss

Smell your world and wonder

Smell your life.

MwsR ❤

 

Death

One day there will be a time to die

That day will be one we must endure

The day will come when our life will try to make its great escape

When the only sound we really will be listening for

Will be the voices of those that we held dear.

Food we will not need  and it will be the least on our minds.

We will come to a point when nothing more will really matter

When the noise from death drowns out all the chatter.

A calmness will either be there or it will not

It will be out of our hands as we are soon to depart

People will come visit but to ease their own pain

It will appear that, they all are just vain

They will bring with them memories

Memories of a time you once participated in

A time when life seemed very special to them

You might see clearly or things could be cloudy,

But your ears will work and be on guarded detail

You will lie there, you will come in and out of dreams

Some faces you might not recognize, some people possibly you had never seen

A mirror will no longer tell you sweet lies

The bed will be your station, and on it you will lie.

An occasion touch or two directed towards you

An offer of some water, and the smell you caught of someone’s perfume.

It will be the most impersonal time,

The most strung out, lingering time.

Who will be there to see your last breaths

Will it be strangers in uniforms or family

I hope you won’t be lonely when it comes to your end

I hope you find yourself in the middle of family and friends

I hope your death will not be long and drawn out

I hope it is peaceful and in dignity you will die.

I wish this for all.

MwsR ❤

 

 

Mine

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The hurt is mine

It grows with each day that is absent of you

I know that it is my burden to bear.

Mine to endure, mine to keep it inside.

I feel sometimes in searching for answers to things, my heart will surely die.

Like a prisoner, I do time for things that I feel.

Things that make me feel like a human, like  “real”

I understand not everything has answers for an ailing mind

But somehow I thought answers I would one day find.

If I had known all my feelings would be swept into a forbidden corner,

One that no one cares about,

One that separates me from others for life…

To get inside certain packages, one must use a knife,

My feelings were inside,

It took time to get them opened up,

But it happened, despite my unbelief.

I will never be a closed up heart again,

But that does not mean my heart will mend.

I hurt, I feel so alone with it all.

My only answer to this insane is God.

He hears my cries, comforts my excruciating tries.

He lifts me up so I can see a new and different place to feel safe.

If he could let me borrow another heart, just once

I would let it display out loud and strongly.

I would not hide it, and let it crush me.

That is what I would do.

MwsR ❤

Poem

DISDAIN

Disturbed cannot adequately describe

All this hostility, you fuel, that is hidden inside

My hands are nothing to the power of heartache

You are the one who engulfed my mistake

You sent nothing in turn for the love lost

I ,in turn, turned my feelings into cold frost

Sent away not in word, but deed

This was internal and I started to bleed

The blood pooled up around me

While you got on with your life

I gently tried to gather the broken pieces, you cut like a knife

Constant stain that always follows me

It is the bereavement of how things used to be

More jagged and sharper than I ever felt

Was the point, that made my joy melt.

Gone today, yet lingering tomorrow

Always, forever, no escape, truly ever.

Wishing it all had been a bad dream and happened , never.

MswR ❤

 

Poem

 

Equal And Opposite

There is no greater love

Than that, that is given successfully and unselfishly

There is no power

Greater than your own mind.

Things that are few

Yet far between, can great become

When listening fully

You can unravel secrets untold

Just opening a book

You can understand a lot.

Wrapping your heart

Despite the savage cuts to it

Will one day come to be a benefit for you.

Every action has an opposite and equal reaction,

Science has told us this.

Don’t think too much,

Just learn to live.

MwsR ❤