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Rebecca Jan 2023
Chances are forgiven.
Moments are spent.
Just another time to idle.
Just another time to lie.
My heart so wants to believe.
I stumble a little with knowledge.
Knowing how it truly is,
Listening to how I want it to be.
Memory of the sudden love
spent on lazy afternoons.
Lost in lonely times not knowing
where you are.
Just not the strength to answer
with the truth of things .
Searching for another way
For us to be another day.
Sappy weak with chances.
Rebecca Jan 2023
Red clay with deep veins.
Grassy patches draped above
leaning towards the flowing wet;
Ground falling in crumbling chunks;
Until smoothly running in the heavy rains.
Caught in the rocks at the bottom
as it pools with mixing water.
Land that's been part of one story
becoming part of another.
Lost dreams rushing to another bank.
Rebecca Jan 2023
Wondered off;
Left this path;
Moved to the next thought;
All just a notion;
Never really part.
Left to hymns and angel wings.
Don't forget me.
I am still here.
Eternity ahead.
See you soon.
Rebecca Dec 2022
Look over;
Don't peer there;
Find your courage;
Wrap your shoulders
with your sweater;
Move through the crowd;
Own the walk;
Stand up straight;
Pretend its good when its not;
Give them the bright side.
Own your space.
Don't let it in.
Wear a smile.
Confidence a plenty.
Head up high.
Just beyond.
Rebecca Dec 2022
Ice
So cold it burnt my soul.
You so loved with no return.
Alone in love-almost.
You too loved - yourself.
Rebecca Dec 2022
Warmth inside fades to the cold
Through the open door;
Sun glares on the ice and snow;
Crunching one foot forth
into God's world;
Pulling the scarf across my mouth;
Another glistening world.
Cold wind wraps about me
With wicked arms.
Wet in my eyes goes cold
around my sunglasses.
One slippery step after another.
My old knees creak my walk.
My happy golden charges ahead
plowing a path for me to follow.
Old sun grins upon the earth.
Rebecca Dec 2022
Icy breath escapes his mouth;
No warmth found;
Only cold, dense words,
That make the heart hurt;
The chilled wind cuts not as bad.
Hope it hurts him to say
those things.
Even if it is just the cold wind,
chilling his lungs and beating heart
as he opens his mouth.
Don't be that way.
But so it is,
A chill, for a chill.
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