Time moves on
and waits for no one.
She worked hard
to please others
Except the constant
longing in her soul.
Frustrated, she eventually
grew tired of waiting
As the hands on
the clock moved tirelessly.
Time moves on
and waits for no one.
She drew on her strength
and moved forward,
Waving her wand
to change her fate,
Unlocking the key to
her heart and soul.
Time moves on
and waits for no one.
She resettled in
a new life,
Striving to regain the balance
that was altered for years.
Time moves on
and waits for no one.
She gazed out her window
and blessed the full moon
Which illuminated the
navy blue sky,
Not knowing what the future held,
but cherishing the present serenity.
8/12/2012
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Woman in the Mirror
Who is this woman
in the mirror?
That person with
wavy dark hair and
Uncertain look in her eyes,
as if she is
Wondering how to
take her next step?
She turns side by side
in front of the mirror,
Passing the flat iron
through her hair,
Yet strands always spring back
to its natural look,
As if to say: 'This is you,
be who you are'.
She gazes into the full-length mirror
of her new bedroom,
And smiles.
8/12/2012
in the mirror?
That person with
wavy dark hair and
Uncertain look in her eyes,
as if she is
Wondering how to
take her next step?
She turns side by side
in front of the mirror,
Passing the flat iron
through her hair,
Yet strands always spring back
to its natural look,
As if to say: 'This is you,
be who you are'.
She gazes into the full-length mirror
of her new bedroom,
And smiles.
8/12/2012
Young Life
I looked at your image
and smiled;
Delicate face and hands
at rest in the maternity ward,
Eyes that resemble your father's
at such an early stage.
Your grandmother shared with me
the joy she felt as
You held your father's hand,
the first bonding between
Father and son, the first moment
of many to cherish
Now that you are
here in this world.
8/12/2012
and smiled;
Delicate face and hands
at rest in the maternity ward,
Eyes that resemble your father's
at such an early stage.
Your grandmother shared with me
the joy she felt as
You held your father's hand,
the first bonding between
Father and son, the first moment
of many to cherish
Now that you are
here in this world.
8/12/2012
Embracing the Road Less Traveled
Two paths lie before me
as I make my journey;
The first leads the way
to sorrow masked as
Security, a lifetime of
frustration waiting for me
To take the deceiving hand
of safety stretched out...
The other leads the way
to awareness. It is
Lined with solitude, yet
it leads to awareness;
It carries the cloak of
fear, but this can be
Lifted to reveal tranquility
and inner peace...
Knowing the loneliness
I longed to leave behind,
I took the path less traveled by;
for with solitude came joy,
The will to overcome my fear,
and that has made all the difference.
8/12/2012
as I make my journey;
The first leads the way
to sorrow masked as
Security, a lifetime of
frustration waiting for me
To take the deceiving hand
of safety stretched out...
The other leads the way
to awareness. It is
Lined with solitude, yet
it leads to awareness;
It carries the cloak of
fear, but this can be
Lifted to reveal tranquility
and inner peace...
Knowing the loneliness
I longed to leave behind,
I took the path less traveled by;
for with solitude came joy,
The will to overcome my fear,
and that has made all the difference.
8/12/2012
Saturday, June 16, 2012
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Untangle
I untangle my
hands from the chaotic thread
of emotions that
restricted me for so long. Now,
I begin my journey home.
6/12/2012
hands from the chaotic thread
of emotions that
restricted me for so long. Now,
I begin my journey home.
6/12/2012
Monday, June 11, 2012
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