Thursday, August 28, 2014

Being Me...

I find myself swinging. 
Not on a playground swing. 
Not high on dope. But on life. 

Swinging into extremes...

One minute I feel I can let it all go
the next I want to hold on
One minute I tell someone off
the next I hang on to every word they say

I cease to be – be myself
I flow with the wind
It takes me high…then swings me low
Sometimes I’m floating…drifting
Then again, I’m lashed

I hurt, I laugh, I cry, I smile
I feel rejuvenated. I feel tired
I understand
And then I don’t

There is no valley 
where I can rest in solitude
There are endless hills to climb
Some green and verdant
Where I pause to catch my breath
Some bare and rocky
Where I falter and trip

I watch the familiar faces of loved ones
I derive comfort in their presence
I hear words of friends
Near and far
Some warm, loving
Some harsh, criticizing

I cease to be me...to think for myself
I fail to accept the simple truth
I cannot keep everyone happy
I keep trying otherwise
I keep losing myself
Over and over again

I look at the mirror;
Watch the creases around my eyes
The beginnings of lines around my mouth
I’m aging but I’m not really growing am I?

*sigh*

I sleep a dreamless sleep
I hope to wake up to another morning
Simply to be me

Monday, August 4, 2014

What's left behind...

After he stormed out
raging into the night
leaving them behind
The quiet house witnessed
A poignant sight...

Watching his mamma
The little boy cried
His mamma sighed
Tears rolled down his eyes
She soothed him with
 his favorite lullabies...

He cuddled close
She kissed his lil nose
Warm in her arms
As he gently slept
Her tired eyes 
silently wept...

Being Me...

I find myself swinging.  Not on a playground swing.  Not high on dope. But on life.  Swinging into extremes... One minute I ...