Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
Cynthia Apr 2014
I can feel the breeze touching my face
Falling down on my toes,
as I stand outside the door
Waiting for you to let me in,
So I can share with you all our goals and dreams
As I stand here
I yearned to tell you everything can be done
Only if you believe
Will you let me in?

Sincerely,
Determination


Copyright© Cynthia Ulloa
All rights reserved.
Cynthia Apr 2014
In the beginning everything looked so clear, picture perfect
It all made sense, the reason why we met
"Forever" that was the key word
Holding on so tight that the next day,
I wanted to make sure I was still in the present
Although, sometimes I purposely appeared to haunt you
Yes, I feared that you would leave me behind
Like a wave I was tossed
The wind was slowly helping out
Quickly falling out of the boat, I could not sail anymore
I kept getting up but was slowly thrown down
Waves becoming a hurricane,
More and more approaching from left to right
I tried to be strong
But, furiously like a wave I was gone
I couldn’t keep up with you
I was tossed, forgotten and slowly became an "old memory"
Time, my worst enemy!

Copyright 2014© Cynthia Ulloa
All rights reserved.
*Time represents God as the healer. Although memories may come back to hunt the present, you must not forget where you stand. Time is God and His time is always perfect. Forget about the pain, the hurt, the disappointments, the mistakes in life. Walk in righteousness and you will make better and beautiful memories!*
Cynthia Apr 2014
Memories remain, as if we knew the path to our destination
The road seemed clear
Yet stepping stones became stumbling blocks in every direction
The more we walked together
The more we found ourselves attached to this toxic air
Unable to breathe
Fear and doubt was inhaled
Leading to a dead end
Time passed by
and I found my way home
Me no longer walking through dead ends
But you?
Did you find your way back too?
or stayed stuck in that dead end?

Some memories remain
The rest slowly fading away

In the mist of this surreal air,
Staring at the blue and solid sky
I paint what I once felt was so real.

Copyright 2014© Cynthia Ulloa
All rights reserved.
Cynthia Apr 2014
Sometimes I wake up by the door

|  •| and catch myself waiting for you,

even when I know you won't be there.

It's Hope that holds on

so tight and so strong.


Copyright 2014© Cynthia Ulloa
All rights reserved.

— The End —