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Trish Oct 2018
There exists certain songs
That carry along
Distant memories

When I hear that tune
Feelings resume
Unexpectedly

My emotions take control
Like they’ve been locked inside my soul
With no escape

So I sing with everything I have
And let the music take me back
To that place

When life was simple
My worries were little
And I was carefree

Or to one of life’s many troubles
A reminder of that struggle
Yet still, I sing

Because the times that I’ve had
Through the good and the bad
The joy and the strife

Can more or less be retold
Through the music I chose
The soundtrack of my life
  Jul 2018 Trish
shrumeling
silhouettes and shadows
were ever over me
until your voice spoke into
and through the dark.
now strength and courage
flow from your breath
and into my lungs
to help me walk
this walk of life
and into the arms
of my beloved.
though my body aches
my heart is free
from the sorrow and grief
i’ve carried
once before.
and now I rejoice
for the love you give
is given harmoniously
and the world has been
and forever will be
overcome.
and when things look bleak, do not rely on your own understanding, but trust in the One who created.
Trish Jul 2018
We spend our days obsessing over another’s perception of us
So we filter that perception
And wait for a reaction
Exchanging pictures and words for validation
The value of a thumb is high when you’re seeking approval
Yet the affirmation we desire hides amongst jealousy and contempt
Because the majority are looking to achieve their own acclaim
The process is futile and the result is a facade
Social media can be so unhealthy. It’s strange to watch people you know struggle to be someone else.
Trish Jul 2018
I know it’s unappealing
Watching me self destruct
As I cry for healing
From past betrayals

I know it’s unattractive
My insecurities on display
These fears just won’t give
And they are showcasing my worst parts

It must be so unflattering
This woman’s undoing
A once bright flower, now struggling
Withering in plain view

It is definitely unnerving
To be so vulnerable in your presence
Just bear with me
Through this unpleasant season
  Jul 2018 Trish
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I once knew...
Or at least I thought I did,
that these arms only sought
to grab at what is in the sky.

Then as I aged,
these arms had grown older.
They’d only scramble
for what lays within reach.

But every so often,
the eyes still wander
to the heavens.

Tracing the outline of clouds,
drinking up the shade of blue
and catching rays of sun.

•••

With feet planted to the earth,
and a head full of clouds,
in this moment,
I am happy.
Trish Jun 2018
In the shortest of sentences, I feel the weight of your words
The tone
The implications
Even heavier are the words unsaid-
What I read between the lines
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