I know some days are dark
And you curl up to hide from this world
That seems to not understand
You shiver with cold and feel like the clouds have come down from the sky
Just to swallow you whole
But I believe you will find light
You will find the energy and courage to lift your head back up
And you will see what I see
A brilliant and talented and loving girl
Who has an important life to lead
Who will make her way and make a difference
First you need to believe in the light
Then believe in yourself
And believe that many of us are here waiting for you
We want to help where we can
We want to dance with you in the light
So please be strong, and carry on
Those clouds will lift and you will raise your head
You will feel the warmth of the sun and the love of those around you
And light will shine on you
Most beautiful of all is that this light will shine from within you as well
You will share yourself again
Because you will know that you are worth sharing
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 9:41 AM UTC
Are you ever so cold that it startles you to touch your own skin? A cold so deep that you feel it in your bones, and so complete that you shiver and quake. And all you want is to go home.
You try to put on extra socks or mittens or scarves, but the truth is that you can't get warm until you are home. With those who love you. With 4 legged friends who look at you with unbridled adoration, or with family who surround you with their rumbling white noise, You find yourself wrapped the blanket of the familiar .
Home is not a perfect place, but is the place where I am warm. Where I can finally thaw the chill of the outside world, think warm thoughts, and curl up inside my own dreams.
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 6:07 PM UTC
Hello Super Bowl Sunday,
I don't really know you
I know I should be attentive,
but I haven't got a clue
You are a holiday to many,
a really big deal
But to me you are a mystery,
and an excuse for a meal
A game to watch, I get it,
and some really pricey ads
I can watch what others scream about,
and pick up on new fads
I feel I am outside looking in,
on others' joys and sorrow
They will hype all day beforehand,
recapping all tomorrow
After all, its just a game,
Not filled with reason and rhyme
But I will get my revenge next month,
when it's Oscars Time!!
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 1:10 PM UTC
It started out huge
picking my tiny daughter up for school on the first
of many many too many days
She would hop on
sometimes begrudgingly
hopping off always joyfully
But as she has grown
that bus has begun to shrink
and become ever so small
That bus seemed plenty big enough
for her and her giant backpack
her crayons and papers
It seemed to be just right as she
continued to board with her novels
and friends
It seems too small now
Too small to hold her and all of her
dreams and ambitions
I no longer see her on that bus
but walking through some bucolic campus
sitting under shade trees sketching
Or stepping off of a busy curb
over puddles and around cars
on her way to a gallery or show
Yes, that bus has been shrinking
and I can't stop it
but I can marvel at how it has changed
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 7:11 AM UTC
Lying in the dark
My mind begins to race
What was left undone?
What do I wish erased?
Each morning full of promises
Not all can be fulfilled
Keep moving forward
The pile on my desk tilled
Little victories
Sudden disappointments
Each day a new combination of both
I think I did my best
Try to get some rest
After all Miss Scarlet
Tomorrow's Another Day
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 10:24 PM UTC
Create a new profile
Awkward at first
Anxious to try
Putting feelings to verse
Words dance in my head
Trying to arrange
Make them line up
Bring meaning and change
What is a poem?
What is it worth?
It's just like a dance
Decorating our Earth
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 7:59 PM UTC