musings of a writer
Responsibilities tether me to a reality I long to forget
Those cords that bind me cut and bleed
Thrashing and fighting for freedom from a life that chose me
Screaming for vengeance to a world who no longer hears
Like a beast chained for keeping I am strapped to choices that defined me
Longing to fly to the sun, but only rising the length of the tetheric rope
Scared and gentle. Childlike tender. Slowly moving. Questions tiding. Insecure places.
Where to go? Am I ok? Where are you? Are you sure? How can I?
Looking for detailed instructions to questions ruling my life. How can I know where to go, when nobody has ever been here before? Seeking answers to questions I can’t construct in my deepest soul.
Help!
It seems just a hop skip and a jump
From this life to the next
From birth to death and all between
Is no more than a breath
A summer with children
Doors open wide
Daisys and sunflowers
And long starry nights
Holding hands while we whisper
Watching lightning bugs and toads
Captured by wide eyed babies
There’s no place like home
Tucked in snug at night
A drink and a prayer
Mama’s sweet kisses
Daddy rumpled their hair
A long summer night
Growing up country
Asleep with the windows open wide
No place I’d rather be
Baking cookies with sprinkles and love
Wrapping gifts and presents with bright paper and bows
Warm music fills the air and mingles with laughter and giggles in anticipation
Every day counting down, shaking and listening to weird rattling sounds in boxes
Hoping with all they have that Christmas will not disappoint
Not so subtle clues given for weeks to ensure a heart the bubbles and quakes on that morning
But Christmas must be about the memories
Remember the sounds and smells and sights
Remember the joy of that special hug and cuddle
Kind words and love!
The eager villain of pain and suffering
Lingers with his breath heating the back of my neck
Always present, watching, lingering
Waiting for that perfect instance to unleash his Web of torture
Drawing upon my moves and emotions
His spirit dancing with mine
Until that perfect time to disrupt and spawn
Pain and suffering one more time
Wintery solace in the midst of the crowd she wandered through the busy streets. craving emotion but requiring distance, her steps echoed with her heart. travelling down the streets and across time, nothing remained but strings and chains. Bells and mistletoe and songs of yesterday ringing in her spirit. Maybe this will be the chance to change!
Belief in goodness and Almighty God
Belief that there is good in one and all
This country is counting on hopes and dreams
Don’t leat me down don’t rip at the seams
Where is the belief that makes your soul sing?
Where is hope that togetherness brings?
I am surrendering my all for its all I have
I am trusting in faith that you have my back
I am not forgotten and neither are you
So let’s all raise our flags of red white and blue!
Decisions and doubts and really dark days
Planning and praying for answers and strength
People walking without wisdom in constant rants and words
Where can we go when everyone hurts?
A trailblazer at heart I was born to be
I seem to be stuck in another time and place
A world so different than we know today
Filled with books and typewriters and words and paper
Stories that were read, and poems created
Minds that worked to explore
Where have the bookworms all hibernate to?
Why are people so smitten with videos and games and movies
Where is the creativity, the art, the joy?
Another time, another place, I suppose
A place I long to be
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