Susan O'Reilly

Susan O'Reilly Apr 2013

She

She has a laugh so hearty
always up for a party

Inside shes full of regret
past actions she can’t forget

She has humour so loud
always pleasing the crowd

Inside she’s sighing
her soul crying

She can dance all night long
knows the words of every song

Inside she’s lonely
looking for her one and only

She has an air of confidence
always fun in her presence

Inside she is sad
driving herself mad

She needs herself to forgive
then she can really live

Susan O'Reilly Apr 2013

Hope Streams

Throw caution to the wind

let the breeze catch your hair

live a little dangerously

set yourself free

If your head is in the clouds

you might as well read them

be receptive to your dreams

from where hope streams

Tap into the boomerang effect

when you need to let go

if its for you it will be back

thats all you need to know

If a chapter closes

there’s a new book on the horizon

read it with an open mind

who knows what you’ll find

Susan O'Reilly Apr 2013

Pride, what cost?

Standing here lost
pride, what cost?
greeted with frost
looks glaringly crossed

Forgiveness
no, stubborness
feeling powerful
no awful

I never take what’s
not given willingly
my own moral code
righteousness spilling

Do I now feel bolder
no, just a little colder
I could have lay on his shoulder
but my heart as hard as a boulder

I stand here alone and weep
probably tonight, no sleep
I’m feeling like a creep
looking at myself, not a peep

Susan O'Reilly Apr 2013

Missed

I missed you today

Even though your not gone away

You sit there in your chair

oblivious to my stare

when you used to play with my hair

What happened to us

When did we get on that bus

the bus to ‘nowhereville’

It’s sad

Because I love you still

Susan O'Reilly Apr 2013

Tortured

Peeping through a forbidden door

which I’d closed years before

memories that exalt and destroy

momentary joy

then tears I cry

It had ended in tragedy

caused such misery

gnawing feelings that haunt

remembered passions that taunt

there is no release

Will I ever find peace?

Susan O'Reilly Apr 2013

Lucky

When I was born my mother didn’t want me
tossed me aside like rotten debris
They tried again, gave it another go
but she had me by the scruff of the neck
swinging me to and fro
They found me a foster mum
I was put in a basket with a cat called Misty
She’d just lost her kitten
but with me she was smitten
She cocooned me in her fur
and sighed a contented purr
as I suckled ‘til wanted no more
From then on we were inseparable
Everyone found us adorable
I was a little ball of fluff
who liked to say ‘woof’
She’d often give me a cuff
but never too rough
they came up with a name for me
what else could it be but Lucky
A house is a place to keep stuff
It becomes a home when filled with love
I’m home

Susan O'Reilly Apr 2013

Guilt

Degree of guilt
tortured to the hilt
sanity can easily tilt

feelings of remorse
ending in divorce
taken a wrong course

fell for temptation
no path of redemption
time for contemplation

Must keep demons at bay
start afresh, a new day
regret a price to pay