Why do the tears Fall

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How sweet life is

When we think we have it all together

All the ducks in a row

And the path to the future so clear

Whack!

Out of no where, comes a tear

Sliding out from your eye

The outward expression of pain

A root cause

You’ve come to know so well

The child within, cries to be heard

While the adult says to “let go and forgive”

Ah! you old wound from our past

How dare you make us feel this again?

What are we to do with you now?

When there is no one we choose to blame?

There is more to life than this hurt

And happy are we, moving forward

Can’t you stay on the shelf and be quiet?

For if we speak, we will be the one to cause the pain.

Is there no escape from you?

Again. . . . We point no fingers to anyone

But. . . .we too, are tired of the lie

That we can make everyone happy

Yet, you are still here

To remind us of the parent’s rejection

And the high standard states

That we should honor them

Please enlighten us

On how we do that?

When everything else inside us

Wants to forget

Why must the child in us

Throw the tantrum

When the adult in us asks?

Why do the tears fall?

A visit of the Season’s (In the South)

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“It’s that time again”, said Summer

As she began to pack for her yearly hiatus

“The world has grown tired of me”

And has requested my sister to arrive earlier than usual

I do declare! I never will understand how fickle people can be!

Now, now said Autumn, with her eyes all aglow

Full of mischief, and excitement

“I am no more earlier my dear, than I was the year before”

So enjoy your rest, and before you know it

Those fickle people will be begging you to come back as always

Summer, nodded her head knowingly and laughed

and said, “Well do us all a favor, and try to keep your fashion show modest”

With your wardrobe, it truly makes it hard for us to compete.

Nonsense! said Autumn, I just use the colors I’m given

I’m just fortunate that they are all soo pretty

Humpf! said Summer on her way out, trying to hide her smile

Would you at least save me some Pumpkin spice?

I don’t get that very often, she proclaimed

Not a all said Autumn, just bring me some watermelon next time

That should make us even, don’t ya think?

Maybe, just enjoy your time and be ready!

For as you know, bless her chilly little heart!

Winter never knows, when she is going to show up!

But , that too is subject to change!

And with that, the season’s embraced, till they meet again next year.

Diamonds in the Rough

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I got my fill of news today

Nothing good anyway

Oh, What’s this thing called life for

When everyone seems to be shutting the door

On you

Just trying to keep your head up

above all the mess of

the garbage of what everyone is trying to feed you

Make you keep searching for a lost truth

“Chorus”

So tell me

When did we stop being kind and lending a hand

When did my neighbor become my enemy, not my friend

The way I see it

Is we’re all Diamonds in the Rough

Because we all have a story

And we all got a past

But all we can do now

is put one foot in front of the other

And hope for the best

I don’t want this world to change me

So I’m going to walk a different kind of path

My journey may be a little lonesome

And go against the grain

But I’m okay with that

So tell me

When did we stop being kind and lending a hand

When did my neighbor become my enemy, not my friend

The way I see it

Is we’re all Diamonds in the Rough

Go ahead and call me a Rebel

But don’t call me a hypocrite

Because I still believe love is the answer

And I’m gonna love those Diamonds every chance I get

I’m not responsible for what you do

I may not change the world

Or solve every problem

But I can change me

And be a helping hand

“All work, and no play……makes one very tired” (truth is in the title)

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Today I am finally catching up and reading my favorite blogs, poets, and creative thinkers. And thankful, that my brain is still firing on a creative level to write a poem. Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten about my short stories. As I have committed myself, and even if it takes me to the end of the year, to see the first tale completed. Tales of Courage and Hope

However, I do apologize for not being more active. To be honest, my employer has been blessed with growing pains, and so has the work load. For anyone who has ever been salaried, you can attest to my situation. So, when my weekend arrives, giving myself the much needed down time, has been necessary.

On another note, I have found that this step of faith in writing, has kept me both focused and accountable to becoming who I want to be, becoming who I am meant to be, and what I want to say. Truly, if you had met me even 5 years ago, and asked me what I wanted to do with my life, my answers, of course would have been different.

Yes, we grow and change our entire lives, but I would have never dreamed of living outside the U.S. Now, I would love that opportunity, and so I must begin by going through “my stuff”, to get ready for a yard sale. Asking myself, what do I keep, what do I sale, and what do I give away, what is vital and cost effective to take with me.

The biggest debate has been on my vinyl record collection. The majority of the responses of friends, has been to keep (I wouldn’t want to make the same mistake as all those Star Wars fans who threw away their Millennium Falcon’s when they were kids). But then again, do you know how heavy they are?

So, if you have any suggestions or advice, I’m all ears! Till later, keep shining diamonds!

Chaotic dance, of when the Past leaves

Before one can embrace a new season

One must let go of the old one

In the process

All matter of things get jumbled about

What to keep, what to say goodbye to

Questions with easy answers

Some which do not

Yet, they all require a response

No life, nor journey is without

It’s own muddled situations

And too often

We hold on to the mess because of fear

Fear of change, of the unknown

The opinion of man, oh dear!

Who only has value, if we give it

Or fear of losing, of what we don’t have

Do NOT despair the dance of transition

Scary though it may be

For it holds, and releases

Us to become who we are, not what others see

One can not tread water

And both hold a weighty ton

While the muck of our lives

Leaves. . . . . .

So, say your adieu’s

To that which does not serve you

And make wide the space

To receive the offering, which is new

Four Tires or a New Car

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I often enjoy how life throws you a good curve ball, however, it just as equally throws you one that is not. Today, I had the divine providence, I guess you could say,that my vehicle wants new tires. How do I know? Because two of them are now slowly leaking air, and showing extreme signs of wear and tear.

Surely, I can’t complain. Right? After all, it was a purchase I was going to need to make soon anyway, I just thought I would have a few more months. And on the bright side, I’ll have very good traction for any wintry weather that decides to grace the South this upcoming year. Not to mention, this should help my gas mileage too? Correct? Sorry, auto mechanics is not my forte’. If you need someone to balance your checkbook, create a budget for you, cook, write, or even help you figure out Game of Thrones, then I am your Huckleberry!

But I did mention new car in my title, so yes, I checked out the local offerings from my dealership, looked to see if there were any specials, and really good deals. Come on, new tires vs. new car? Newer model, fewer miles, new options. On the flip side, a new car note, possibly higher insurance rate, longer to owe.. . . .

Thank goodness, logic won in the end. At least this time around.

So, tires may not be my most favorite thing to buy, but my vehicle will be happy, and I will feel a lot safer, just knowing I am going to have that extra traction when I need it. It could be a whole lot worse, and I don’t want to think of what could have been. C’est la vie!

I truly believe, that things like this happen, to keep from something worse happening.The signs are always there, but we don’t often pay attention. Sad, that we often do that to people we care about. Do me a favor? Go tell someone how much you appreciate them, and why. Then wait for their eyes to light up, only after they ask you “What do you want”? If you have a mom like mine, or live in the South, you know what I’m talking about.

Later Diamonds!

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What are you looking for?

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Funny how one question

Can start a spark

Of interest, and a song

An answer in prose

I want a man, who will stand by my side

To hold my hand, and hold me when I cry

One who is not afraid, of when my strength shines

But encourages me, to be all that God created me to be

You see I made a promise to myself

That I would stop playing games with my heart

I know not giving you a chance might be cruel

But I am being cruel, to be kind

I am not going to waste your time

What are you looking for?

Are you going to play games with my heart

Or are playing for keeps

If you don’t know the answer

Then why don’t you just leave

There’s the door to your right

May heaven help you see the light

I’m not gonna play games with my heart

It’s been there before

It’s not going back

I finally know my worth

And I’m on the right track

I’m not the princess, but the Queen

Waiting for her King

What are you looking for?

Tales of Courage and Hope

Tales of Victoria

Part 2

It’s a strange feeling when you first open your eyes from sleeping. The brain is not fully conscious that you are awake, and the dream state slowly releases it’s fingers from you, hanging on till the last possible moment till you are aware. So it was for Victoria. Still so very tired from crying, that she found she still had no desire to move. Her eyes gazed at her surroundings, in that foggy state, until she remembered where she was, and how she got there.

She forced herself to sit up, pressed her back against the wall, and pulled her knees up close to her chest. It was difficult to gather her thoughts, as the pain was still fresh, it’s wounds still visible upon her spirit. Too tired to cry now, and almost too tired to care. It was taking a lot of effort to keep the questions, which were on repeat, from starting again. Over analyzing the situation was not going to make it any better.

So she began to really take in her surroundings, a hallway with many doors, and no windows she could see. However, she was not in darkness. Light was coming from somewhere, and it wasn’t cold. She herself wore a dress fit for a lady in a royal court, except she noticed, she was barefoot, and she couldn’t help but smile a little.. Funny isn’t it, even in our most painful moments, how something so random and simple, can affect our situation. What a combination, a barefoot princess? How absolutely absurd, but that was who she was.

On the opposite wall, a painting caught her attention. She stood up to go investigate it, and had a familiar sense, she had been here before. As she admired the painting, she depicted, many people, men, women, even children, scattered about in some sort of activity, and in the middle of the artwork, was painted an open door, with a bright light, shining from the other side. A plaque had been placed above it, and the inscription stated, “The Hall of Transition”. Aha! No wonder it seemed so familiar. She, like so many others, had been here before, and she couldn’t help but add one more question to the ones she already had. “How long will I be here this time?”

Tales of Courage and Hope

Tales of Victoria

Part 1

With a loud thud, the door behind her slammed shut, and she knew, it would never open again. And yet, there she stood unaware of where she was, or where she was going, just staring at it. Was she hoping it would move? No, the past was the past, and she had experienced enough pain and disappointment. Truly, that was a door she did not want to go back through again. It took having her heart broken by him, this one last time, for her to finally say, she was done.

So, she slowly turned around, and saw the longest hallway she had ever seen. Nothing familiar, no window to be seen. She rushed to the first door she saw, and tried to open it, but it to, was closed shut. So she ran to every door, 20 to 50 feet down the hallway, and came away with the same result. Panic and fear began to creep in to her mind, her heart racing, like some wild animal being hunted, and yet, she was still a boiling pot of emotions from the past.

Standing near the wall to the right, she crumpled down to her knees, and began to cry out. Her sorrows and pain fell with every tear drop, anger not too far behind. Why was she not good enough? Why didn’t he love her? Did she do anything right? On, and on the onslaught continued in her mind. Too many questions, and not enough answers. The thought of dying seemed better, than the pain she felt. If God was so good, why had He let this happen? What wrong had she done to deserve this?

She continued to cry, all curled up in a tight ball, lying there on the floor. All fight and will to do anything was absent. So there she stayed, her body rising and falling with each sobbing breath, until finally, exhausted sleep came. It is in those moments, that being numb is always more preferable than the pain.