Archive | March 22, 2013

The Truth Version 2

 

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I cannot run from this anymore

Openly I lay my cards out

Who am I?

I do not know

I struggle daily to learn about

What I enjoy?

Truthfully I do not know

My interests fade in and out

What I long for?

I yearn to find my way

Through this rocky water

No more high prices to have to pay

What I know?

This struggle never seems to end

My world is chaotic and unstable

I can never find the words I need to say

Am I worth knowing?

My answer is unclear

I have let people down frequently

The truth of the matter?

I am a broke vase barely pieced together

I am struggling to stay out of the quick sand

Can I handle this journey I am on?

Uncertain I am of my fate

I don’t want to drag those down with me who offer a hand

Only way I know how to cope?

I shut myself off from outside world – always have

Easier to turn off than deal as the pain and hatred

I have for myself is to too raw and too real

How I hide behind the pain?

Working lots and refusing to sit still

Tasks and addictions become my escape

I imagine myself in a better place

Far above the clouds I would soar

Why I end this poem now?

Out of words I have become!!

 

 

 

 

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The Truth

Who am I?

I do not know

I struggle daily to learn about

What I enjoy?

Truthfully I do not know

My interests fade in and out

What I long for?

I yearn to find my way

Through this rocky water

No more high prices to have to pay

What I know?

This struggle never seems to end

My world is chaotic and unstable

I can never find the words I need to say

Am I worth knowing?

My answer is unclear

I have let people down frequently

The truth of the matter?

I am a broke vase barely pieced together

I am struggling to stay out of the quick sand

Can I handle this journey I am on?

Uncertain I am of my fate

I don’t want to drag those down with me who offer a hand

Only way I know how to cope?

I shut myself off from outside world – always have

Easier to turn off than deal as the pain and hatred

I have for myself is to too raw and too real

How I hide behind the pain?

Working lots and refusing to sit still

Tasks and addictions become my escape

I imagine myself in a better place

Far above the clouds I would soar

Why I end this poem now?

Out of words I have become

I cannot deal openly with this anymore!!!

 

 

Please Remember Me.. (Originally written In 2006)

Lost inside a lifeless body – so tired and so weak

Although there is so much to do or say

I am unable to move and barely able to speak

I see you look at me with such pity and despair

Do you not realize I too feel it is not fair

Please know I am the same person inside

I did not ask for this to happen on this ride

There is so much I wish I could tell you and say

Emotions to express to you that have not gone away

This illness and stroke has robbed me of a sound mind

 Ravaged my body – making me wither away every time

However my soul is still alive – scared and so very lonely inside

I pray that you know how much I love you and appreciate what you have done for me

I value and enjoy your company

Although it seems that I do not know and cannot show it

I feel you here and know that it tears at your heart

 If you hold on to the good memories – we will never be apart

 If God should call me home soon when my time does come

I know you will be sad but you’ll understand

For my body is tired and this fight is so hard to endure

Know that you have done all you could my dear

Remember me as what I used to be – I ask of you

Don’t let the good memories be drowned out by this time of suffering

I will always be the woman you remember me to be

Your love and support will set me free

Dedicated to Stella Myles

My Sweet Little Angel

Precious Friend who I hold so dear

A love so strong – it can bring me to tears

Companion and confidant – real and true

Without you in my life I don’t know what I would

Many years you have been by my side

Even when life became a wild and crazy ride

Loyal and loving – you comforted me so

How to thank you – I really don’t know

A kind and gentle spirit – a true friend you are

Traveling with me no matter how far

Quiet and sensitive – always calming me

How therapeutic your touch can be!

Happy sounds and cuddly moments we share

Our friendship a gift that is quite rare

Others wonder – they say you are are just a pet

An animal it’s true

But I truly owe my strength and sanity to you

Do you know how you are loved and cared for so?

A gift from God to rescue me and show how to love

You are not just a pet after all you truly will be missed when you go.

Dedicated to Gypsy