Poem

It
by MwsR

It walks with me,
Grabs hold gently.
Used to be like someone caged me
Sometimes it lets me free.
I carry it through conversations,
Long walks, and family invitations.
I put it to rest each night
Only to see it sometimes at first light.
Like shoes go on our feet,
It has a place, a name like a street.
When I revisit with my past
It is durable and there as if to last.
Familiar turf and strategic game
There is a part that will always remain.
Not everyone knows about it
Not everyone sees each little bit
The best one it possibly can be
It is the memory, the pain, the life, and me.

Poem

It
by MwsR

It walks with me,
Grabs hold gently.
Used to be like someone caged me
Sometimes it lets me free.
I carry it through conversations,
Long walks and family invitations.
I put it to rest each night
Only to see it sometimes at first light.
Like shoes go on our feet,
It has a place, a name like a street.
When I revisit with my past
It is durable and there as if to last.
Familiar turf and strategic game
There is a part that will always remain.
Not everyone knows about it
Not everyone sees each little bit
The best one it possibly can be
It is the memory, the pain, the life, and me.

“It is what it is”/Poem

When the overwhelming need to run hits you

The undeniable feelings of panic

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Take a breath or two and wait for a while

Perhaps it will change your mood or thoughts.

If troubles seem to follow you

“Loose” them in your search for peace.

There is no escaping them if you don’t make an effort.

Do you have tremendous burdens ?

It is okay to lay them down for a while

To deal with them another day

No one else will pick them up and carry them for you.

When things look bleak,

When life is hard,

Try to stay hopeful and soft.

Don’t harden you heart.

Don’t wallow in  your own pity, your good life away.

It is what it is, it will be what it will be

Don’t look for a rainbow underneath a broken tree.

Life is a challenge

Set forth into this new day

And look for that rainbow as you make your own way.

There will be one and things will change, someday.

MwsR ❤

 

 

It/Poem

There is something lurking for me

It takes a hold of my hopes and dreams

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I cannot escape its powerful grasp

It wants me to cry and give up at last.

I will summon my strength and get back control

I do not like it here

What lies in the dark needs to stay hidden

Past debts that have been paid, they need to be forgiven.

MwsR ❤