Tag: Poem

Oh wait, what? Poem

There it is again,

The constant nagging of my inner “voices”

Why won’t they leave me alone?                                         thNU5QMVE1

Do I really want them to though, because then I would have no real strength.

If they were to leave me in silence, alone, then what?

Would I be lost completely?

As if anything could defeat me

I will feel safe again.

I will have a calming relief like none other I’ve had before.

Yes, I will stand, and each time I will stand for longer.

Oh wait, what?

You would have me to fall, without a saving grace

You would lock me out from your special places, you’re last minute glances.

That is fine, for now, at least or unless my “inner wolf” starts to howl.

Then all my strength will be called upon.

If that happens I will not stay underfoot.

I will always stand, and when I stand I will eventually stand longer, stronger.

MwsR ❤

Thoughts in a poem

Are we ever really sure… 


Sometimes things are too much

Too much for us to handle.


Sometimes we are like a clasp on a sandal

Easy to work but with not much fore thought.


Sometimes we can fail to work

To serve our purpose. 


When clasps don’t work any longer we replace it with another one.

Clasps serve one purpose ,they are to hold things together,

To keep things from separating. 


Sometimes we loose the intended purpose.

Too often we just see this one thing…

When there are many more all around us.


If we were meant to only have one clasp,  or better yet given one clasp to last…

What care we would had  taken of it!

Onward… my poem

Onward


No going back,

Not anymore.

No tracing steps that led to the broken doors.

Heart can’t rebuild from what lies behind

I think I have tortured enough, my mind.

This is just 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 start  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.

Endless Love

When others know how to share love with one another

There sometimes is a  trail that leads back to their mother.

I know you think it is silly, absurd or extreme

But I am telling you that can be the joining “seam”.

If you are lucky enough to see your mother’s ways

If she has led you to some of your brightest days

Then there is the “seam’ that all other relationships come from.

 

Just think for a minute, second, or a while

Of all your childhood and what brought you your smiles.

I bet your mom was in there among those things you thought about

That is if you aren’t one of the ones whose heart was left out.

If your mom wasn’t there it certainly left its mark

I know this personally in my  own life’s journey, I’ve had to embark.

 

My trail though was made despite all of this

I made my own life in the shadows of all that I  had wished.

I found me a love from a select chosen few

I call them my family, and I still feel like I’ve been rescued.

No nothing is perfect, seldom it really is

Endless love, it’s possible, either way I guess.

 

 

 

Daily Prompt/Broken

At the spur of a moment

In a second or two

You are surrounded and don’t know what to do.

Pain starts to shut down all your capable reasoning

You are compromised without much notice or heckling.

Whirlwinds of effort all thrown to the wind

No one beside you, not even one friend.

Things fall to the wayside

You don’t let yourself swim against the tide.

You are drowning in the “should had’s” and the “what if’s”.

Seems like your spirit has started to drift.

It appears to those that see

That your life is most pleasant as it can be

But on the inside looking out

Your heart is shattered .and scattered about

You wish to get it all together and promising like a token

But alas, you remain BROKEN!