One Day

She sat upon a dream sometime

Afraid to bring it back to life

Awaiting for one day She kept

The dusty little dream at rest

So abandoned she lie

On the cutting room floor

Surpassed nine lives

Yet dead again once more

If not by her lips

To reintroduce her to life

Imagined in thought

She clung for her life

For one day she’d dance

And frolic once more

Once the fear left her thought

The dream life could soar

This dream that was dungeoned

And knew nothing of light

No longer dead from inaction

Now clambering to fight

A raspy old tone

Came from the hollow within

Let today be the one day

Dream doesn’t let fear win

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Calling

There is no stutter

in the words that I write

There is little fear

not even a fight

 

I feel I say I scream

From mountain tops

indented phrases

elapsed in thought

 

No holding back

Once silent murmurs

The light of day they see

Words formerly unheard of

 

No coward stance

behind closed palms

Nails are strengthened

no more clenched jaws

 

The fear of failure

Is not even a thought

as soon as pen touches paper

fearlessness in foot

 

what makes you stutter?

what holds you back?

rejecting rejection

before it begins

 

Paper can crumble

it can be torn down

Yet it is a release

Of all my thoughts

 

To scribe is my calling

No matter the doubt

Every word I’ve written

Has somewhere to be found

 

I’ll Know When I Get There

I’ve overcome some obstacles, some big, some little; they varied in facets and depths.

During the storm I ask why has it rained on my parade. . .how did I get stuck in quicksand. . .why, why, WHY didn’t things go according to plan?

I have learned so many things from these unsolicited obstacles that I now know they happened for a reason.

I offer this as my best explanation of life, knowing all too well that I have lived but a fraction of my own lessons, so please don’t be offended.

Consider yourself the parent of your dreams and life. No matter your spiritual beliefs, we all know that everything happens for a reason, but we aren’t so forgiving or welcoming of those things when they happen.

When people have children, they choose a name, decor and all of the little details of the baby boy or baby girl to be. We celebrate the arrival before the arrival and we wish and hope for the best. Some pregnancies (adoptions, surrogates) go as planned. No need for medicinal intervention, no pain and yet others hit you with a curve ball. It seems as though a catastrophe has occurred in a seamless plan.

There we are again…why why why?

Why you ask?

Because it is part of the journey!

Little Jon arrives in place of Jane. Some little angels are born with additional chromosomes and parts, some are incomplete and need more care. As our children, we nurse them and love them and fight like hell for acceptance for them. We go down a long and winding road for the betterment of them.

At the end of all the struggle, and the unplanned blessings we never look at our children and think about everything we went through to have them. . .we see them for who they are and who they’ve become.

Such is everything in life…we can’t shoot for the stars and get distracted by clouds. Just remember that if we just travel a little further, the journey will no longer trump the final destination.

Instead of saying why, tell yourself, “I’ll know when I get there!”

Her

There is nothing I can tell you
To keep you from worries
I want to see you now
But you’re in such a hurry

Time keeps us from one another
I know you cry when you’re alone
But still you believe like no other
Force back the tears and pretend to be whole

You’re almost here kiddo
But not just yet
There is a reason we haven’t met

I warm your heart
When you feel like the last soul
I remind you, you can
No matter what you’ve been told

I try to remind you,
Don’t ignore the warm faces
Stop running before you adjoin your laces

I know that you feel
Like I’m all that you have
But don’t overlook all the others that can

Life has dealt you
Some challenges, I know
But you never headed or rejected them
You knocked them out cold

You’re a south paw kind of girl
They almost missed you before you swung
You kept showing them
You were far from done

You’re in the last leg
I know you’re exhausted
You think you deserve a break
But honey, you’re not done yet!

It’s taken some time
But no worries
We’ll finally meet

No one else knows you better
I am your goals, your life, and your dreams

I can’t wait for you to see me now
At times I wonder and ask myself how
Lost and alone in a world full of promise
I held your heart in my hands
Your beat was the strongest

I pumped through your veins
You helped me become
You lived for us both
You did all that you could

It’s great to see you now
The woman you always knew you’d become