Every day She would reflect upon her life Of what others thought Matters, that only caused strife And decided for herself There were only a few Memories, she hoped would remain To set her apart from what they knew Humor, grace, and wit Along with her vices However, do not let them only say She, was just "Nice"
My Dear Valentine,
We have yet to meet face to face
But I feel you every day
Regardless of time and space
I adore you
And long for your sweet embrace
I wonder where you are
Are you close?
Or are you far
My hope is, you will seek my love
Like searching for a star
Who are you?
And what is it that you do?
For fun
for folly
Or earning a coin or two
For here I am
Waiting patiently
To be a better me
Praying for you
Until, we finally meet
Each day my love grows
As I have seen you in my dreams
Only a glimpse
My joy bursting at the seams
So I smile and ponder
That in all the world
You are my gift, and I yours
Us waiting for our love story to be writ
Don’t lose hope
And remember the pearl
Just trust the process
Of our love’s sweet bliss
Divine time, has been set
Same, for our first kiss
Just know, my gaze is steadfast
I’m not fickle
Like soo many others
I’ve been hurt, and scarred
Yet, I still stand
Open hearted
Knowing that you are there
Waiting, just like me
Wanting the healing touch
Of when our Souls first meet
Iron sharpens Iron
Or so they say
Let me bare all
and be truthful today
I hide nothing from you
I’ve let my fears fade away
It will be known
When we are made one
That I declared my love for you
To you My Valentine
And you alone
Photographer Unknown
The evening started
With dinner
Your company
And wine
Yet we were not ready
to end
Our conversation
Or the comraderie
Another bottle of wine
A dance and kiss
And I was lost
In this sweet bliss
We soon found the bed
And each other
Your kisses were like
Fire and healing, I had yet to discover
Masks gone
Our passions set free
Twas the most
Delightful memory
Yet you said “the best is yet to come”
For neither of us
were ready
to sleep
You took my hand
And grabbed a blanket
Your arms and the stars
Were all I needed
As I laid my head on your shoulder
A smile came to my lips
I have no regrets
And we watched, the sun rise
And I just breathed you in
Photographer Unknown
There was no fanfare
at his arrival
No page, to annouce who he was
Only that his presence was felt
When he showed up
In the past
He was the one who stayed
When everyone else left
His soothing voice
Giving her strength
In time
His arms
Became home
And a safe place
To weather any storm
He had the uncanny
Ability to make her laugh
When she wanted to cry
Yet. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Even she didn’t see at first
That he saw her truly
And loved her anyway
Fact, his metal was rare
That above all other men
He was her knight, in shining armor
Artist Unknown
they say becoming
is easy
but its not
truth be told
it begins with
a trigger of non importance
but significant
all the same
it brings pain
hurt
fears
and truth
most of which we do not want
to see
or feel
lest it stays
but that which is no more
must be let go
for the new
demands to manifest
Healing
love
hope
peace
A promise
that our souls know
and the heart
seeks above all
for to remain
brings certain
death, therefore
let me be reborn
Photographer Unknown
Watching every word
Every action
Lest I make a mistake
Or be in the wrong
Some prisons
Are not made of bars
Or stone
The jailer, has long since been gone
In his place
Is a ghost, a whisper
of a past shame
Of an imaginary offense
The enforcer
Though absent he be
A “mindset”
Still remains
Yet there is hope
And a key
When we answer ourselves
When is it okay to be me?
Photographer Unknown
We know not
The correct path we should take
Nor, the obstacles
That get in our way
Many of us are blind
Until, a suddenly happens
The fog dissappears
And we see a ray of light
Never lingering long
Just a whisper of
An ancient ryhyme
Coming down from above
The tune is sweet
May we hear it
This is the way
Walk ye in it
Oh, but beware
Like the coin
With two sides
The other option can be filled with lies
May our souls remember
What our eyes have forgotten
That we be not ensnared
And are dreams not hearken
In life, you can only run so far
Before what you fear
Catches up to you
One way or another
Hiding, doesn’t help
It only delays
And the battle will come
When you least expect it
The numbness of not feeling
Though valued for a time
Hinders that, which we hunger for most
To be loved
It allows us to be fooled
Until you feel the stirrings of your emotions
And for better or worse
The fears come
You feel hopeless and unarmed
Running to go hide
Is the first instinct
Yet we long for one, who won’t let us
A safe harbor, is what I need
To unleash my tears
A light, to help set things straight
A warrior, to love, and fight by my side
Don’t let me run
Nor let me lie to myself
Just hold me tight
Even though I push away
I want to trust you
I want to love you fiercely
But I am at a loss
On how to proceed
Every move I make to protect others
Requires an answer from me
I don’t have
Not logically
I thought, I was alive
Until I met you
But you made me feel
And I am no longer asleep
So now, the battle has come
And I have no way
To properly explain all that I’m feeling
Just know, I’m tired of running
Learning to hide
Was one of the first lessons
Life taught her
At a very young age
Away from those
Who would do her harm
And those who could not see her
For the gift she truly was
Whether the mask she wore
Or the attempts at being the wall flower
Or simply, by sheer luck
Finding the right spot
She could always be found by those
Who were looking for light
Amongst the shadows
Hidden in plain sight
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