Tag: rest

Preserve/Poem share

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Thoughts that I can’t explain

Words that in my heart remain

Glimpses of things I do not know

Where on earth do spirits go?

Often time I rest and ponder

Things that no one else must wonder

I often think I might be insane

All the things that clutter my brain

Resolutions ones that I seek

Make my body feel so weak

For trying hard to understand

Why there is something , I must rebuke and reprimand

Faultless are my indecision

Too much so, I feel unjustly imprisoned.

I wonder if I will lose my peace

Trying to remain humble and remain in one piece.

Who knows what tomorrow will pose

For surround by friends and as much so, foes

I shall try to stay within my own self

To preserve what is left.

 

 

 

 

Much Needed/ MwsR

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In day-to-day living we often time forget

We do not cherish much the littlest of things

Often we are loaded down with work or daily tasks

That our joys are on the back burner.

Trying to keep a head of things we make plans

We set our calendars with things to do

When was the last time you planned for you?

 

In taking time to “smell the roses” we get rejuvenated

We replenish ourselves with some much-needed attention

Then we can keep on keeping on, are you following me, my friend?

The most important us we have is ourselves.

Without giving ourselves time or rest

We cannot truly give to other things our best.

Take this day to make yourself the focus!

MwsR ❤

When

Waiting for so long with so much in between the wait, the blinks.

Trembling in anticipation but afraid to make final contact.

Just once she wanted the things she wished for.

That happily ever after she dreamed of.

Trudging through each day barely making sense of it all

Was she living in a dream or was she just that small?

Bartering for every second chance she ever had

Holding tight to what made her glad.

Restless was her soul and mind

She knew one day she would finally matter.

Or would she?

After all it was not her fault she was uprooted

Taken away from her heritage, her blood.

People acted as if she was not much

Just some burden that they really had to watch.

Her aspirations turned into dust when she was torn between an angering hearts rust.

Years went by as they still do

Couldn’t recall but only a few, when she let her soul and mind rest.

For she was constantly weeding out the un-important from the best.

Not that there was an over abundance of that.

Her “when” just got up one day and left her, it would seem

Because they are crumbled somewhere between real and her dreams.

Mws R

 

Where does one go?

Feeling the stresses of the tasks at hand

Nothing really makes sense in the terrible land

Trying to stay compassionate, yet whole some how

 All this has your head in a doubt filled cloud.

Gone are the days of tranquility and rest

You sometimes see no way out of this mess.

Why does everything get sidetracked?

Especially the things that matter, when they do they are under attack.

The world won’t get better for any of us unless,

WE adapt to the changes , especially when we are distressed.

Where does one go when there is very little hope?

You’ve seen people with that and some wind up on dope.

It is a give and take life.

You give some, you take some and deal with good days, and ones with strife.

No one has a blueprint, although some wish there to be

So, I just have to start this thing, and it has to start within me.

So if you are down, and you are asking where should you go,

Look in your inner self and then you will know.