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betterdays Mar 2017
the god boy, grows a pace
no longer small, squalling child

now showing a fierce independent streak
that causes pride and fear in equal amounts

it is hard to balance the need to learn
and the need to teach...to protect
we fail the balance regularly
yet are fortunate to have suffered
no great ..... or lasting consequence

his greatest attribute,
our greatest joy
his sunny side up,
the ability to always,
see the best
in everything.....
eventually

as we slow and grey,
he seems brighter,
more intense...
gathering colur into him
only to give it out...
in a argent radience
that is contagious...
in  it's beauty

of course,
he has his flaws
my child,
is far from perfect
like his father,
his floor is his wardrobe
and like his mother
he is prone to losing himself
in bookworlds, while mundane
chores await..

but he is both the worst and the best of us

and more importantly
he is himself....forging
and identity and entity
bourne of love and compassion

and honestly
as a mother godess
and as a father god

there is naught more
we could wont
or ask for...
Semihten5 May 2018
a wind must be
not blown yet
a wave
it didn't hit of your coast never

a word must be
not heard yet
a colur
you didn't dye never

a dream must be
unrealized yet
a world must be
you imagined never
SarahJane Jan 2018
When the lines are down,
The phones gone dead,
The monsters now appear inside of your head.

The voices seem real,
The demons are there,
You try to run,
But youre getting nowhere.

You can't find the light,
It's darker than night,
You try to tell yourself,
You're going to be alright.

You see no end,
The walls are too tall,
You jus want to wake up,
From this never ending fall.

Suddenly there's light,
A beacon in the night,
You can see only one option,
You know that it's right.

An option to start again,
Piece the puzzle together,
Colur in the monsters,
Send them away forever.

Life is your option,
Make the colours shine bright,
Paint a new rainbow,
Banish the night.

Send the monsters away,
Put the demons in a cage,
Calm your anger,
Channel your rage.

The monsters aren't there,
The darkness is gone,
Youre life is the light,
Now you have won.
Monsters haunt us, demons try to control us, but life is your story, not theirs

— The End —