Talk About Sacrifice Let's talk about sacrifice... would you give someone your meal if you are hungry but he is waiting on your leftovers? Would you walk with someone in the rain ten miles out of your way because you have an umbrella and they do not? Would you give up your favourite thing after waiting so long for it because someone needed it more? Would you comfort someone desperate for a soft touch even though you have been hardened by life. Could you be a source of light though you do not shine the brightest and don't know how to do so in the slightest even when you try. Can you be that hope to someone whose hope has been held capture though your own has been enslaved. would you be a pelican, spread your wings, not onyl for your flight but for that one with a broken wing? Could you? would you? Can you ever make a sacrifice?
Category: Poetry Corner
I Want To
I want To I want to write about soaring through the air landing here there and everyhere I want to grab my dreams and ride them reel by real. I want to stand on the shoulder of God and think it not odd to feel Him nod, "Yes my child you did it!" I want to untie all the lies that have kept me from my flight to spread my wings. I want to show my muscles so you can say, "look at her tough humble beautiful, don't mess with her!" I want to gather to myself all manuscripts collecting dust on my shelf and travel through their pages. I want so much just beyond my fingertips
A Gift to Myself
A Gift to Myself I gift to myself is a word of advice - a bit of treasure to be precise: to never get trapped by the ills of good intent- Don't get me wrong I condemn no one, I just feel I need to stop the free flow of heartache that bleeds. I will instead take my time, dust off and again begin the climb...
Drift Away
Drift Away If I sit long enough I will drift away carried along as night comes to replace the day. I have worked hard done my best jumped all hurdles and passed all tests. So here I will stay until I drift away.
A Lazy Afternoon
A Lazy Afternoon I sit at ease alert to all that is at play. The bees are busy beesing as a lizard jumps from tree to tree. In the distance music feeds the soul and a way off a broom sweeps your troubles away. Then, a laugh here a slap there reminds you to keep in line, while ants continue their march to ensure life is lived. To revive those who drift off a sharp crow or two attacks the unsuspecting victims. Now giant towers roam the sky serenaded by swirling birds offer the promise of much needed purification, while the breeze strokes every inch of skin it can reach whispering sweet lullabies. Nothing is out of step each occupies its space fully part of life's tapestry, on this lazy afternoon.
Know Thyself
Know Thyself A look inside should tell you what the mirror cannot see the truth if who you are. The eyes are deceptive only picking up the glitter but never the dust that comes after. No journey can be complete until you know thyself
I Go
I Go I go where the wind calls my name and the stars shine down my lane and I am lulled by the rain that falls on mt again and again. I go where my spirit finds peace all the doubtful voices cease as I walk down these lazt streets. I go to give back the strength so that I an go the length to reach my next and give of my best as I go...
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