She Breathed You
for A. Wright-Dallen
She knew you before you were formed
she kissed you.
A promise from God
Sent when ready.
She wrapped you in a cloud
Of rainbow kisses.
Ready to taste your bitter-sweet moments….
Before she touched you
She waited.
Till God knew she was ready.
Ready to give you the unconditional love you deserved.
She breathed you and you breathed her.
She had to wait in
and out
of
Patience…
She had to move a heavy and ungodly stone
stretched every fiber of her being to receive you.
She will use every God given talent to keep you safe.
she’ll give you strength borne out of love
She’ll take your pains and make them her own.
Like a warrior she will fight battles with and for you.
You belong to her until you belong to yourself.
Then she will step offstage
cheering.
Being your eyes and ears when you cannot find your way
a hand permanently stretched
waiting always,
With love...
Category: Poetry Corner
Death is the Dishonour
Death is Dishonour To lay down and let things fall - or fail is my nemesis stopping seems easier than anything. To struggle seems a constant there is very little room for clemency. If I were to stop who would it hurt? Who would be any the wiser? If I were to sit unmoving surely it would be good the fat lady could finally sing? Would it be so bad to let things die away? All I know All I can think of is the dishonour of letting go.
That Day
That Day
S.G
That day
I woke up and the sun was shining
and all was right with the world.
It was an ordinary day
just another day...
That day
I laughed
ate
and played
just like any other day...
Then my world stopped
that day
I was faced with death
that day my world shifted off Centre
and has never realigned...
Now doom is everywhere
Father time smiles no more
and I can hear no longer
my own childish laughter
nor feel
the beat of the wonder of young bloom.
In my web of doubt
I am caught
and choke at my own uncertainties...
That day
not long ago
when you left me
you took a small bit of my soul...
Broken Chains
Broken Chains Cracked Splintered Scattered Lost chained... On my knees twisted by the weight of too much to carry far. What must I do? If I could stand I would be wider than the seas. There would be limitless depths to me. But on the shallow tide I must cling. I have no choice. Held down by powers greater than me I weep... Can they hear me? If so why don't they come? Why? Slowly, every so slightly, I feel a crack against the puckered skin left to fall off the bones. But - A fire burns A fire rages on A fire that destroys the fear A fire that promises release A fire that burns away the chains A fire that ignites the pain that will help me be me again.
Unending Love
Unending Love I have died several times. I have been beaten countless times. Left bloody the earth swallowed my life's essence gone. Yet I am still here. I have been lost countless times parched delirious emaciated. I tasted defeat constantly. stabbed in the back I bleed relentlessly. Yet I am still here. In the dark I was stripped to my bare bones. pecked and picked at I was a tattered mess. Blinded by fear I have been mocked and jeered. I have been left to crawl across molten lava. Yet I am here! Defeated in battle abandoned by the troops through Sargasso wide and far I have weaved. Left behind too slow for the "we" I was made a pariah A bud balling for release. Yet I am here! Yet I am here! Yet I am here! How?
I Am a Lion
I Am a Lion God has given me the heart of a Lion. I prowl and wonder here and there I stand on the edge of the clip my heart is fearless. I leap into the misty unknown. I know I will live! No one can stop me. Majestically I float a flick and flicker leaving my marks in the dust. dust you came from dust you shall return... but not today. Today I tower over the kingdom and roar! Today the trap they set is seen. I am wise to their scars they cannot deceive. On all fours I stand within me beats breathes the heart of a Lion...
The Quest
The Quest The air is pungent with the scent of decay. Lives dance in shimmying gold rot on their branches whither to rose no more. Elsewhere smiling faces masks that hide the deathly grin of finality... A gentle spring awaits to purify... Wash away the lies sprouted by those who would see you die to count their riches from each strand of hair their victims cultivate. To escape you must die shed this skin find your peace somewhere just not here.
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