Memories are like daggers and boulders
the cut deep anhd crush mercilessly.
I wish I could tell my youngerself
it's okay to be you
to not shrink to fit a mould
too small
limiting and not true.
Memories leave wounds that struggle to heal
festering with each new failure
until Little becomes a bid deal.
Them memories
choke the life out of your reality
because they mock the you
you buse to be
could have been should have been
may never be...
Memories are like daggers and boulders
At once their is deep joy and deathly pain
when you realise
you can never live that life again
burning lava snake down your face
and leave a trail of regret
that overwhelms and defeats
I have to hold tight
today I gain relieve by looking ahead
My tommorow may yet spring a mustard seed
Category: Poetry Corner
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I cast my net
reached for the biggest fish
It swallowed me whole
and spit
out my net.
I survived
recovered what was lost -
my net had been stretched
broken
torn
forever changed.
I cast it again
landed a crab
claws so thick
claws so sharp
it slipped
out
left a big hole
let garbage came in -
my net collapsed
was on life support...
Then this fisherman came in
and as I reflect on it
he told me to cast my net
but I did not want to give in
so he said:
"throw it with everything,
cast it one more time"
so I did
and until today
I see miracles with every mend.
My Own Story
I tired to draw my own story
Today
I sat with my pen and paper
Today
I drew myself first
Today
So I could see me
everyday.
Then I drew my village
placed my people in it
picked a house and lived in it
my story is me.
Then my story needed joy
and I drew all that too
I needed a boy
and I drew him too
but he broke and fell off
but first he broke me in two.
My story flows in and around through and above
my story.
Most times - there are dark forests-
but I don't want to be red riding hood
but I still met all my wolves
on watery full moons.
Then the pencil broke and my canvas flew away.
Now the Artist has taken over
and my story colours are bolder...
Lacking Faith
forty years of wandering
forty years of bickering
forty years complaining
forty years
forty year
it took forty
years...
Better go back to Egypt
a slave but food to eat
better sleep
less bug bites...
who told God to bring us out -
we did?
Don't talk out loud
He may remember we cried
and He delivered.
Manna taste good -
but for forty years?
Not good enough
same everyday
no variety...
But,
no more fear
and lacking
but why not a savannah
to journey through?
Yet we get water
but the one back there
in the good ol' days
seem more familiar.
But,
we are not gong back
we must look ahead
so we go...
memories fade
no longer slaves
and all that remains is now
now I am free
now I can see
from the light
that goes before me
now I can smell
the greenness so near
now I am near
the Savior's touch
now I can say
this is enough
Salvation gained
walking through the parted sea
now I can feel
what I was meant to be
now I can touch the promise
given in the valley
forty years after eleven...
The Sunflower
I tap down hard
anchored and true
I will shine for you.
In the mist of winter
my essence gives light
in spring I bring the promise
Summer bountiful harvest
Autumn gets cold
but I will remain by your side.
Trouble is not welcome here
only song birds and hare
faithfully I give them dreams
of bountiful fields
yet to come.
With me you will grow
strong and tall
In your deserts or meadows
I will come and make a show.
When words fail
my love will remain
long after you see me no more.
Rooms…
This room I must leave
so I pack my things
ready to vacate this place
to making in this big bad world.
In this room I have been trapped
red tapes crushed me
regret,
great expectations
false hope
tied me up to die
in this cold solitary room.
I left
hopped on a plane wing
ready to use my voice
explore
discover
over power
disillusion and bring back dreams
locked in that room.
So I made it
landed in cool conditions
I was so glad...
Now,
I sit in this room
and wander...
Befuddled
Befuddled!
I am utterly befuddled!
walked into a shop
right...
thought I'd have a calm night
right...
buy little this, little that and wine
right...
run out barely with my life!
grocery shop have saber toothed prices
right!!
Stressed and befuddled!
thought I could give some help
yeah...
cause I'm a good guy
yeah...
Samaritan and all of that
yeah...
expletives were my best friend today
yeah..
Now I know my place
yeah!!
dumbstruck and Befuddled!
Usually I give good advice
right...
so being a good friend
right...
I decided to help them out
right...
The tongue lashing almost crippled me
right!!
Now I am betroubled.
In this great, big beautiful life
all I have is Befuddled.
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