Whispers of a lost love
Remnants of a time past
Once was is now a time gone
One left the other was left to roam
People came and then they went
If only they had said what they meant
It just was and still is
Ever there, yet still missed.
MwsR ❤
Flowing effortless
Springing to attention
Flying over and under
Elegant and so purposeful
Necessary and prominent
Messengers of hope
Senders of joy
Flowers are the best
One look and I know I am blessed.
MwsR ❤
It is a pain, so much like the others
Deep and forthcoming most of my life
Something that is so much a part of me,
That I can feel it breath
So much a part that without it I would cease to exist
It was with me that day back in 1970
It has followed me like a lost puppy
Clings to me like a second skin
Tears my heart from within
I can no longer leave it in the hole
Where it was formed
Where it showed itself to me
I must let myself walk with it, eat with it,
Sleep with it, dream with it,
And most definitely, rise with it
If I were to name it,
It would be Sharon,
The name I was born with
It would be the darkest
Yet most enlightening piece ,of the now me
Together we will go though the rest of this life
Forever tormenting one another,
Yet gliding along with a purpose
Each, their own
Onward but yet still somehow backwards
Forever.
I wrote this poem while I was reminiscing on my life past. Since I am adopted I often find myself looking at where I came from and where I am headed. it often brings to my mind poems that just come out. This was one of them.
MwsR
There is so much to remember
So much that it makes me go limber
It was another time
It was another place
With different things
With different faces
A mere shadow of the 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 too close
Nothing will ever rid me of all those ghosts
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Please excuse the grammatical errors or spelling errors in the book. I was quite a rookie when doing this book. Thank heavens I have learnt some things. MwsR
Today is an ordinary day
But things could vastly go astray
But if I could, oh, if I may
I would like some more coffee my way.
I know it is getting late,
But don’t you worry; I won’t hesitate,
To get the sleep I know I should take
When nighttime dreams emulate our wake.
Ah, sounds great!
MwsR ❤
Oh why, must my soul torture me
Where will it end?
I have paid so many debts for things done wrong.
So many trials and still I carry on.
I wonder will you still be there?
When things I keep buried, come up for air.
To think I am less of a righteous human
Sets my soul to burn
Constantly reminding me of the wrong things I have done.
I have asked for a lot of pardons, most of my life.
I never questioned the turn of forgiveness.
I wanted to know that I am worth forgiving
That I can sit where others do
And to know there still is some good
In me
Often times I feel un-worthy of love
Many times I struggle with it, I know, absurd.
When time comes for my life to be over
I want to walk those streets of gold
I just want my feet on the holy land
I want to see glory and feel that power.
Oh, am I too far gone?
Unforgiveable?
Please let my soul find peace!
Wrestling daily with my self
Has worn a hole in my heart.
Restless and still longing
Ultimate grief is mine.
I can not make anyone understand
It is not them, but me that I cannot stand next to
It is me that I cannot love
It is most definitely I, that I cannot trust.
If only…
Can a person find everlasting peace?
The cure for all that ails their heart.
I hope so, with barely enough hope to last
I wish for that cure, those cures
The ones that will last.
MwsR >3
Shadow(s), by MwsR
In the dark lurks a shadow
It is not cordial to say the least.
It will rob you of your peace and mind
And slowly on them it will feast.
Light does not come close to touching it
It will sneak and hide away,
It always returns,
Especially at the end of the day.
No circumstance will help you
No help you will find
When in the shadows it waits
One day or another time.
You need to come to terms with it
Deal with it in your own way
Don’t try to ignore it
It will never go away.
WE all have those shadows
In real life that manifest
If left undealt with they will grow
Slowly your hope they will ingest.
The earth is my go to place
I feel at ease in that dirty space
I can touch it and know it is real
Rubbing my fingers through it as I feel.
Something about the beams from the sun
Makes me feel so purposeful and needed,some
I can make whatever I wish,
Whatever I plant I can eat on my dish
It is rewarding and so special to me
The things that my hands make to be
Earth, sun, and a heart that can create
This earth can surely be great.
MwsR >3
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