Tag: Poem

Poem

Fractures Of The Heart by MwsR

Starting out it is too small to see
but deep down it starts to hurt a small part of me,
Though visibly you wouldn’t even know
A certain feeling instead that starts to grow.
It comes from words that crush your soul
Or feelings turned into actions that dig your spirit a hole.
Like a plant that is starved of food,
It starts to wilt and not look so good.
A minute event that can change the outlook
A part that nothing specific it seems it took
But noticeable and unforgiving in spite
It will continue to fracture if not treated right.
The only way to make it better maybe
To simply leave it alone, you see.
Time has a way of correcting the bad
Or making happy despite the feelings that once made us sad.
Like feelings that became fractures of the heart
Learning to let go is a really good place to start,
To repair, live with or treat the best way
Our fractures will either go or they’ll continue to stay.
But to know we have done the best we could
make us feel better like we all should.

MwsR Poem

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Poem

Perspective, By MwsR

There is a time to be present

And a time to be silent.

A time to think first

And a time to resist the urge.

There is a time to be sad

And a time we should be mad,

A time to shout

And a time to figure it out.

There is a season to change

And a season to re-arrange things.

A time comes, to dance around

And a time comes, to escape from our bounds.

A season to mourn for a loss we have had

And a reason to remember the good times that made us glad.

There are risks worth taking

And memories worth making.

For every heartache we share

We should empathize and care

For every thought that crosses our mind

We should watch our words and try to be kind.

There is a time to be proud

And times when we should not be loud.

Every thought, word, action, and event has a place

We all share this with one another in one way and shape.

Lets put things where they ought to be,

It starts with you and me.

Poem

I See This Space
by Me…MwsR

There is so much to remember
So much that it makes me limber
It was another time
It was another place
With different things
With different faces
A mere shadow of me to come
The one who chanced to love someone
The part that made me dance
The one others gave no second glance
No second chance
Strange yet all to close
Nothing will ever rid me of all those ghosts
A train track without an end
Tracing steps like they’re an old friend
Walking alone but really I’m never
Seems it’s common for me to weather.
Glass with a small crack
The crack is always seen but never fixed
I see this space
It’s familiar
It’s large enough to hold
All I am
It’s truly bold
But its never released me.
Not sure if I want to be.
Staying in this space until all eternity.

My Aunt…poem- Camille

Camille….by MwsR(Alzheimer’s)

I watched helplessly as a vibrant smart intelligent woman turned into a whole different person. This was over 20 years ago.

I really had watched this lady my whole life read her Bible every day, do crossword puzzles ridiculously fast, and she had a great personality.

She cooked some of the best breakfast. I loved how she put saltines in her coffee and claimed it took the bitter taste away. She had blondish red hair with curls that she imposed every night from rolling her hair in those foam curlers. She was tall and slender. She wore glasses that she hung on her neck with a chain. She was a modest dresser and loved wearing her socks over her pants while working in the garden. She said that would keep bugs from going up to her pants. Haha.

It seemed like in a blink of an eye that all that changed. Her ALZHEIMERS was a fast progressive kind. I watched her go from praising God to cussing like a sailor. I watched her ability to read, cook, garden and such things diminish away.

She went from being independent to being dependent.

Her Bible laid now, next to a portable potty chair. Her crossword puzzle books would now be torn and thrown around the room from one of her latest fits.

She was no longer kind and acted like a child. Never satisfied and turning on those who loved her most.

I remember her this way…and many other ways too.

It got worse the longer she went through this.

I miss my Great Aunt CAMILLE. I cared for her when no-one else could anymore. She impacted my life then more than I knew ay the time. She kept ALZHEIMERS for many years until one day her souls were at peace. I believe God took her to be with him. I was pregnant with my first child when I said my last goodbyes to her.

Someone mentioned God takes a person when replaced by another soul. I am not sure of this but it reminded me of Aunt CAMILLE. My firstborn came into the world a month after CAMILLE died. So who knows…

Poem (that flows to the tune of the song, ”The Sound of Silence”.

Hello memory, my old friend

I see you came to haunt again

I’ve broken heartstrings and a shaken soul

Took so much effort just to stand the cold

And the wheels ,of my brain, are seemingly strained,

But they still remain

Within the time spent… in silence.

Silence by MwsR

Poem by me

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,
Some times 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 own 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 true,
I guess you’re thinking, better me than you.