It was the way he moved on it
The struggles he did bear
The dirt that covered his tears
Marking a path that many may had trod
But never one as innocent as he
He bore more than our part
With great pain he fell to the dirt below
He used all his might to carry on
Working through the pain heading for that rugged tree
It was just dirt that cushioned his steps
But it was his love that saved us.
Hers was always lacking
She expected so much
Felt so deeply
She never knew the right way to smile
It was growing up that taught her
But loss that made her
She was strong but in efforts, most unspoken
Most of the time
The cards had been laid out before her
They were already dealt before she made her request
“Spirit”, that was for those who longed to live after death
She wanted to live in life.
Always trying so hard
Never fully getting anything
Hers was tears of sorrow
For that kind of love,
That had never noticed her.
Continuous defeat
Continuous lacking
Her best bet was to let things happen naturally
In their own way
But that never worked either,
Usually things and people went away
Oh, if life were to give her some comfort
Naturally was not her forte
Forcefully was.
Maybe that was her main issue
Maybe her demise.
She knew no other way.
MwsR ❤
Whispers of a lost love
Remnants of a time past
Once was is now a time gone
One left the other was left to roam
People came and then they went
If only they had said what they meant
It just was and still is
Ever there, yet still missed.
MwsR ❤
Flowing effortless
Springing to attention
Flying over and under
Elegant and so purposeful
Necessary and prominent
Messengers of hope
Senders of joy
Flowers are the best
One look and I know I am blessed.
MwsR ❤
It is a pain, so much like the others
Deep and forthcoming most of my life
Something that is so much a part of me,
That I can feel it breath
So much a part that without it I would cease to exist
It was with me that day back in 1970
It has followed me like a lost puppy
Clings to me like a second skin
Tears my heart from within
I can no longer leave it in the hole
Where it was formed
Where it showed itself to me
I must let myself walk with it, eat with it,
Sleep with it, dream with it,
And most definitely, rise with it
If I were to name it,
It would be Sharon,
The name I was born with
It would be the darkest
Yet most enlightening piece ,of the now me
Together we will go though the rest of this life
Forever tormenting one another,
Yet gliding along with a purpose
Each, their own
Onward but yet still somehow backwards
Forever.
Today is an ordinary day
But things could vastly go astray
But if I could, oh, if I may
I would like some more coffee my way.
I know it is getting late,
But don’t you worry; I won’t hesitate,
To get the sleep I know I should take
When nighttime dreams emulate our wake.
Ah, sounds great!
MwsR ❤
Oh why, must my soul torture me
Where will it end?
I have paid so many debts for things done wrong.
So many trials and still I carry on.
I wonder will you still be there?
When things I keep buried, come up for air.
To think I am less of a righteous human
Sets my soul to burn
Constantly reminding me of the wrong things I have done.
I have asked for a lot of pardons, most of my life.
I never questioned the turn of forgiveness.
I wanted to know that I am worth forgiving
That I can sit where others do
And to know there still is some good
In me
Often times I feel un-worthy of love
Many times I struggle with it, I know, absurd.
When time comes for my life to be over
I want to walk those streets of gold
I just want my feet on the holy land
I want to see glory and feel that power.
Oh, am I too far gone?
Unforgiveable?
Please let my soul find peace!
Wrestling daily with my self
Has worn a hole in my heart.
Restless and still longing
Ultimate grief is mine.
I can not make anyone understand
It is not them, but me that I cannot stand next to
It is me that I cannot love
It is most definitely I, that I cannot trust.
If only…
Can a person find everlasting peace?
The cure for all that ails their heart.
I hope so, with barely enough hope to last
I wish for that cure, those cures
The ones that will last.
MwsR >3
Shadow(s), by MwsR
In the dark lurks a shadow
It is not cordial to say the least.
It will rob you of your peace and mind
And slowly on them it will feast.
Light does not come close to touching it
It will sneak and hide away,
It always returns,
Especially at the end of the day.
No circumstance will help you
No help you will find
When in the shadows it waits
One day or another time.
You need to come to terms with it
Deal with it in your own way
Don’t try to ignore it
It will never go away.
WE all have those shadows
In real life that manifest
If left undealt with they will grow
Slowly your hope they will ingest.
Mws R Writings 