Soft, beautiful, and strong
Each right where they belong.
Complete dependence, one of another
To carry the load with each other.
Fluttering in a weightless, timely measure
Seeing this is truly a treasure.
Oh, if we were wings
That would cause us to sing.
Just knowing that we are important and can do a great thing.
That we are right where we belong,
Soft, beautiful, yet strong.
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Such a day, as never I’ve had…
The one where you come to me
Telling me, you are sorry
In my thoughts, I have imagined it were so
But actuality always prevails.
Staring at my blank page
I remind my self of what it should be that matters most
Not your opinions, or shortcomings
But my faith and hope in things
The constant desire to keep those around
Especially when your reminders abound.
This the start of better things
Of smarter times spent
When strategically shown to me, I know
That I mattered all along.
Wound around my happiness is a reminder of things
Times when I cried, times when I could not sing
Happiness is a faint thing most days
I have longed for it all my life
When will I remember and not be sad
Will my life ever have a period of glad
My heart aches so
I should had known…
Nothing good can exist without an experience of sadness
A period of loss and some of gladness
It is intertwined to co-exist
Something in my younger days I definitely missed
I was trying to survive
Now I must still but also thrive
If my happiness wasn’t bound by people letting me down
I would not know how to keep from being drowned
Maybe I would of sank under all the endless pressures
Perhaps I would of left and wrote that last letter
Who knows,
These are my woes.
My search for happiness will not go in vain
I will prevail and continue still
Then, if happiness comes only for a moment, for a brief second
Let it find me, let it wrap around my memories and heart
I want to feel it, have it
No going back,
Not anymore.
No tracing steps that led to the broken doors
Hearts can’t rebuild from all that lies behind
I think I have tortured enough, my mind.
This is such a small fraction, I need to stay blind.
Head up, no bowing, no more
None of us are perfect, not anymore.
Once we were babies, that is when we could explore.
Not today, not at our age
There is always going to be resentment and rage.
It is like we all are performers and life is the stage.
Whatever lies ahead
Let it be kind, with nothing for us to dread.
Always remember the worst thoughts are in our own heads.
Trembling like a kid being punished
That is not what or how it should be, that’s rubbish.
We should be empowered not told to hush.
Again, no one is perfect, no one is above
We all survive with heartaches and love
We all strive to make it, to the great above.
I say, “Onward”
Let’s move forward.
There’s a moon in my heart.
It only comes out in times of dark.
You’ll never hear it remark
For it has no words.
Shining yet a shadow over feelings and thoughts.
The purpose of it is quite simple
It is to give new definition
Give a different perspective.
Like all moons it can be seen, not taken
And felt by only its maker.
Without it my heart would have stayed black.
You could say without it I’d never had made it back..
I’m grateful for my heart moon.
An evidence of change…
Trappings of the morning
Smell of fresh brewed coffee and toast
Songbirds singing with the rise of the sun
Linen spread back up over the pillows
Whines coming from your pet begging to be let out
A rumble in your tummy signaling the need for food
Clothes in display inside your closet
Picking an outfit to match your mood
Washing the night’s sleep from your face
Looking for that favorite shoe, all over the place
Passing hurriedly through your morning routine
Listening to the music of a familiar tune
Trappings of the morning…
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This is a poem I recorded, please take a listen
Written by me.
MwsR❤️
Seems like this day is trudging along
Nothing new, not even a song
I wish for pleasant things
Although the simple ones most often spring
It is okay for me to sometimes sit
Think about how things often fit
In my life and I make a decision
Whether to leave something that causes commotion
Often we need to recharge
Take a moment or two, just to ignore
Things that are hectic, cruel, or unkind
Things that bottle up on the surface of our minds.
It is okay to put off , this or that
I know, it to be a fact
Nothing worries us more than ourselves
In spite of our efforts, we are often compelled.
So perhaps this day that is trudging along,
Will bring to my mind a pleasant song
Maybe I am looking at it all wrong.
Mws R Writings 