Excerpt From My Book, “Heart Paths”

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Just Look

It has been there

Always has

Making me cry

Letting you laugh

Never did anyone see

What it was that was hurting me

Empty compliments

Just to save “face”

But inside, a very dark place…

Reblog

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Poem

What Can We Say! MwsR

Life what can we all say about it,

Fragility is within, and can make us split

Suffering is par the course, it can linger

Love and interpersonal relationships mingle

Sensitivity warms a life

It brings joy over strife

It is shared between a man and his wife

Work is essential to acquire

Determination is always required

People’s life will one day expire

Life is essentially a gift

Do with it as you see fit

Make it a good one,or

Just make it, I implore!

Sunsets are for those who hope,

Those who believe, nope

They are for us all, regardless, if we are broke

If we are rich,

Or if wanting, or if we stay lit.

It’s not one way fits all,

It is for the great and the small.

Those who stand or those who fall.

Courage is built in the things we do on the journey,

It is never something to take for granted or to hurry.

Close your mouth, listen to wisdom, open your heart.

It will take us all to make things better

Our life, our conflicts, matter.

Our heart, our soul, they are things that make our “life’s batter”

If we put in the right “ingredients” we will have a masterpiece

But should we add things that don’t belong, we will not make it.

All we will have worked on will be in vain.

Bringing lots of pain.

Life, you live it, now start something…

Wondorous,

All of us!

Poem

Torment In My Brain. By MwsR

Too many times I have let chaos be my norm

Many dreams turned into nightmares and kept me torn.

Peace was hard to have, to expect, or even see.

Why couldn’t I get some for little ole me?

Moments spent pondering and rehashing old dreams,

Felt like I was coming apart at the seams.

Turning and tossing at night just to rest my weary brain,

Sometimes that had left me in so much pain.

It’s almost as if I’d let it all point at me like a gun in my hand,

Aiming for my own heart was almost more than I could stand.

Will it ever end?

The silent miserable attack,

Or will it keep coming for me and pushing me on my back?

Maybe it’s like a curse the one that holds,

I guess you’re thinking, better me than you.

Poem

When I’m done, I’m done, by MwsR

When I’m done, I’m done

There is no happiness, no fun.

Won’t let it make me sad

Just know without you won’t be so bad.

It’s horrible though

If you ignore what inside, you know.

When glad times fade away

When there is nothing left to say.

The same hello and goodbyes mean nothing anymore

The anticipation now has turned to a bore.

You can and should still carry on, go-ahead

You deserve to continue, flourish, and be anything but “dead”.

If there ain’t no more room in there or with them,

Pick up yourself and walk away, start again.

Who needs complicated, dilapidated, and aggravated?

Not me, not you, not ever.