Thursday, January 5, 2017

Where I'm Meant to Be

Where I’m Meant to Be

Have you ever had that Feeling
That this is—Where I’m meant to be?
Before was all Wrong—
It’s been so Long
Since I’ve truly been just me?

Then something goes right and you realize
That though the Road was Long—
This is—Where you belong
And nothing else could truly be—
But to have got there—you must have been Strong.

However many wrong turns— you felt you took,
How hard it was to get—Through—
You kept pushing forward—
You kept moving toward—
A path you thought you’d misconstrued.

But then you tripped and stumbled,
You fell onto the right—Path.
You’re filled with Light—that chases away the Night—
And for the first time in a while,
With joy—you can finally Laugh

Christmas Love

Christmas Love

Christmas time is the time of year
To hold our loved ones close,
To celebrate all the joy we’ve shared
And remember all we’ve lost.
When the year is at its darkest
And all seems bleak and cold
We warm up by the fire
In a ceremony, most old.
This is the time we remember the year
And the pain and joy it brought,
So we can push aside the sadness
And all the horror it wrought.
Instead we deal in joy and love
To bring family and friends together.
Whether religious or not, we all share our lot
Because love will last forever.

R.I.P. Katherine Johnson and Toya

The Wall

The Wall

We surround ourselves with sturdy walls
Built tough to keep us safe,
To block out the harshest words,
The anger, the pain, the hate.
The things we do not wish to face
Stay outside our thick stone walls,
But there’s something we can’t see
That even if it’s oh so small
The words that hurt begin to chip
And dig the wall away,
Creating holes that show our souls—
The pain we can’t keep at bay.
Those words are like a little rock
That chip away the stone,
And words do hurt, just like stones and sticks
They just might break the bone.
That little stone digs at the wall
And though it takes some time,
A misplaced word that starts to hurt
Causes our souls to intertwine,
And breaks away the sturdy wall
Making the hole grow ever deeper
Until eventually the words break through
And like the nefarious reaper
Those words cut at us, inflicting wounds
Whether they were meant to hurt or not—
Those holes don’t close, they show our souls
And expose ourselves to rot.
Most often many create the holes
But sometimes it’s only one
That says the things that hurt us most
And chase away the sun.
Every wall has chips and cracks
That we try to fill with putty,
But it’s never as strong as the original
Thus leaving our walls less sturdy.
So careful with the words you say
No matter what you think,
Because you’ll find a crack left in the stone
And make the hole ever deeper.