Saturday, March 1, 2014

So often, I try to turn over a new leaf.

Start anew.

I love change, but why?
Do I fear commitment?
Can I not handle what might be in store if I wait for more?

I'm a control freak.
"Let go and let God" is a feared mantra I keep far from me.
I keep turning over leaves,
expecting to find "IT"-
but what is the IT that I'm looking for?
Soon the entire forest will be uprooted with my searching,
my yearning,
my turning over and over again,
seeking contentment.
Seeking that next "high," that next bit of satisfaction in something-

I find myself blessed.
I find myself discontent.
I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
But fearfully I falter as I look for the next hand hold
to keep me upright, for fear I might fall.
I do not seek perfection, of myself, I demand it-
and that's not right.
I ache and I yearn to find peace in this night,
and to soothe those who cannot be soothed-

but I'm looking in a mirror. All around me mirrors.
I turn and there is nothing new.

Where did the real people go?

Monday, June 17, 2013

More and more, it seems

Some of the best had.

Years of friendship and a special love that was rare.
The amount of care mixed with caution to dare.

Now is pushed aside, blocked out from knowing,
slowing the hope that resides.

It has and does ache, but is moving to memory,
to look upon fondly,
however indelibly.

Thursday, June 13, 2013

The joy of children

makes me feel like a kid.

I get this feeling of energy and excitement bubbling from within-
like the only reasonable thing to do in that moment is to join in
and keep that kid laughing!

I want to run around and kick my feet,
I want to shout gleefully about nothing at all,
I want to make a mess and not care,
I want cuddle with all the innocence of the world.

Giggles of delight are a sweet melody to my ears.
Bring on the chilluns.

Thursday, March 28, 2013

Have you nothing better to do

to follow me,
to attend the place I work,
to send me emails,
to drop things off in my office space,
to meet so much with my boss,
to lurk when large events are over,
to try and make trouble,
to badger my best friend and her workspace - coworkers - establishment,
to just never



You're stalking and it's unhealthy.
Seek peace somewhere else; settling things with me will not bring it.
I forgive you, but I will not be reconciled to you- there is a difference.

Go in peace.

Tuesday, March 19, 2013


I dreamt about you, and it was sublime.
It made a lot of memories rush back
and reminded me how I miss you.

I keep hoping and praying that things will end up right,
but thinking of it all makes my heart uptight.


If there's just one thing I know:
away from you just doesn't seem right.

New journal

I bought a new journal
leather bound, with snaps and a simple utensil.
I love it.
I hate it.

I love the way it looks, the way it feels in my hands.
I love the secure snaps that, when opened, give way to a sleek thought keeper.
The possibilities are endless.

I hate the first page.
I always hesitate.
What will this booklet become?
Will I be bound to write in each day, then guilt-ride myself when I miss a few?  I know I'll give up.
Will I doodle and surely enough, not be satisfied at the product?  My drawing skills are few.
Shall I divulge my deepest secrets and let it become a vulnerable lock-box to my dreams?  I fear to be found.

I want to write.
Write and not have to erase, to delete.
I want to go at the page with purpose and poise;
with grace that delivers that which is rare and...beautiful.
I want it to be mine.

Are my words worth a penny?  A thought?  A moment?
Considering the first page fills me with hate.
But I love my journal.
What will it become?  And what of me?

Write on.

Saturday, December 29, 2012

Magic and tears.

Magic and tears, all mixed up in fears
of where life will lead on.
Just a moment, it seemed, I hold you close
with wisdom and sadness, respect what you chose
And now, no words may leave my lips
or texts from my fingertips.
I miss- 

and the begrudging morning does dawn.

Lord, lead into what You have.