I wrote this poem when I was sitting in a conference with my husband, he had to go for his place of work. I was just thinking about how crazy love is. One minute a person could be happy that they have love, and then the next minute,that can change. I don’t think we fully can comprehend how fragile love is an on the same, how strong and powerful love is.
Many things come to mind, when I think of spring. One of them is that the flowers start to bloom and new things begin. I love the newness of life, be it flowers, or babies, or animals. The tiniest of things can take the biggest room in your heart, if only you look. Sometimes we ourselves need a new beginning, a new life season. It is so easy to get bogged down by bills, relationships, and trials we face. I think that everyone has a piece inside them that is just laying there waiting to be re-born. I think that we all would like to have a second chance, a second glance, and more importantly a time when our spirits are renewed, possibly a time when our faith is restored and our minds can settle. I love nature, and the treasures it has. I encourage you to stop and literally smell the roses, find your safe place or your tranquil spirit. It is there…really it is. No one can do it for you!
Twisted together by hope and love Going together like a hand in a glove. One never without the other Be it a thing, purpose, or another.
Moving in time and motion With no regard or notion It just is as it always will be Inseparable forever, you see.
When at rest it is still there The feelings, the thoughts are everywhere. Forever together though physically apart. These are the things that can elevate, gravitate to your heart.
Movement unknown to the human eye, Things that go unseen, and seem to hide. Treasured by some, rejected by others But still inseparable, almost appearing to clutter.
It is this way when there is thought that is set into action, Things that gravitate to you and cause a reaction. People that cross your path as well as your heart. Wow, their undeniably inseparable from the very start.
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.