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Connie Buchan Mar 2014
Warming sun
Ending cold
Sunlight shines
Winter's old.
Yeah SPRING!!!!
Connie Buchan Feb 2014
Today is a day that begins another week.
Some think of it as a day that ends one instead.
Sunday is many things to the strong and the meek
But for me it is a day to linger in bed.

This write isn’t going to be of great tempo.
Not all are but to me the best should be.
Today my brain feels the size of a gecko,
And that isn’t like the regular me.
Connie Buchan Jan 2014
There are days
When we find ways
To keep ourselves tucked in.

Shut in our homes
Like hermit gnomes,
Away from friends and kin.

There is no fear
Hiding here
We just want our own time and space.

Just leave us be
And again you’ll see
We’ll be back to your public place.
Connie Buchan Dec 2013
Party    Like     It    Is     2013
Because     It     Is,    But     Barely.
Connie Buchan Dec 2013
This year is ending and another’s to start.
Again I have an empty heart.
Yes, there is love of the friendly kind
And enough activities to fill my mind.
But the love of a man to call my own
Is the love I seek and have not found.
Romantic love of just one soul
Is the love I want t make me whole.
It’s not that I feel I do not live.
It’s more that I know I have more to give.
To give a man to make us shine,
Both in his own eyes and in mine.
Daily life could be oh so grand
If I just had someone to hold my hand;
To bring a smile when he approached
With a smile back when his arm I touched.
Perhaps this year will hold the key
And one of a pair I shall be.
Connie Buchan Nov 2013
I was at the top of my game. I succeeded at everything I tried. Whatever I wanted, I got. When I spoke, I was heard. The world was mine.  Or so I thought. People would tell me I was smart and could do anything. I was fearless. I heard it so many times I began to believe it myself.

Defining yourself by the reality seen through the eyes of others is the most distorted view of your own life that you can have. Living up to the kind of person others think you are is the hardest gig and eventually the show will close. With a crash!

For me it was many years ago now, but when the curtain fell it was with a deafening boom. Sooner or later you have to be honest with at least yourself about what you really are, how you really feel, what you can really do, what you are really afraid of.

It’s funny. You think that nakedness, that vulnerability, is the thing you fear the most but once you are exposed, out there for all to see, you realize that it is the most free you will ever feel in your whole life.

Yeah, you might hear bad things about yourself. Others may judge you.  But that is other people’s perceptions, their own insecurities. No one is perfect. Not you and certainly not your critics. The difference is that you’ve figured that out and they haven’t.

The good thing is you find you are not alone. You are truly loved just for you by people who genuinely care about you.
Connie Buchan Nov 2013
Shining bright
Glistening white
Crisp and clear
Silence to hear

Untouched, so clean
A sight pristine
The sun’s aglow
On first winter’s snow
Same scene on a new day. I love a changed perspective. :-)
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