Where I'm Meant to Be

Where I’m Meant to Be

12/24/2016

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

12/24/2016

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

12/24/2016

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.