This poem that I am going to share is about the times when perhaps you cross another’s mind. It basically is saying that if you don’t care, don’t think about me.
I was shunned by my own family, after many years of conflict, many years of them looking the other way, yet finding ways to make my home life miserable.
I love this “matter of fact” poem. It is one of my own favorites.
This is one of my poems from my book of poems, entitled, “Heart Stones”. You can purchase it from Amazon.com or Lulu.com. One thing to remind of oyuo is that my name, the author’s name is put like this….Mws R. It is broke into with the “R”being the last name. I have had people tell me it is hard to search for my books because the way they were entering my name.
This poem I wrote because someone I love was going down a path of self-destruction. They were making wrong choices and their life was spinning out of control. Instead of planning for their own future, they were living in the moment, the not so good moments that they had chosen for themselves.
If you know of someone struggling and you have prayed for them, cared for them, and you have done all you can, this is a poem for you and possibly them.
Please Try…by MwsR
The pit of my stomach wants to give you more chances
Despite all the critical onlooker’s glances.
They think there is no hope for you
Heart Stones
Yet they don’t love or hope for you like I do.
I am so scared to let you lie to me again
I am afraid my forgiveness will fail here towards the end.
I hurt for you
All those plans and things might not come true,
Th telling you I love you is simple
But trusting you is hard and cumbersome, like water with a ripple,
it would appear to be in control
But really is struggling, you know.
Inside each of person we need to decide whether importance is given to unimportant things
And if along the road it will be worth all the pains.
Sometimes in a brief second, I catch glances of times past.
In my heart what I want is for good times to last.
Sadly, it is not in my hands.
I have given you all my demands.
Yet you shrugged and then walked away
Seems tears are all that came from that day
I fall to my kneel and constantly pray.
Maybe one more day, maybe one more start.
Or maybe it will stay heavy on my heart.
Please try!
You know why.
There are more poems in my book that I hope you will find you can relate to.
Please get yourself a book , possibly give as a gift to someone who may need encouragement or simply to feel that they are not alone.
Mws R Writings 