Live The Vibrant Life
Sometimes I can rest on the horizon, Between consciousness and sleep. I hover on the threshold and the choice is mine: To wake up and face the day, Or to sink…
Feelings penetrating deep
Have caused my hand to grasp
A pen that I might convey
The impact you all have.
The phoenix does not rise just once, It’s reborn infinite times. Ashes and embers of a previous form Burn away to make way for to a higher being.
It’s 3 am, can’t sleep again
So I scribble away through the dark with my pen.
I love the rich earthy smell
right after a storm,
The flavor of heartaches
washed away with
the rain,
The feel of the wind
dancing around me
as I walk barefoot
in tall damp grass.
This is the time to dream,
with misty rainbows and
a pale sun in the distant sky,
And an orange glow to
light my way back home.
Everyone has demons.
I’ve tried to make friends with mine.
Not because I’m giving up the fight
or I believe lies whispered in shadows.
The World on my wall is a majestic escape when I’m lying in bed on difficult days.
A natural scene full of wonder and charm to calm my heart in the midst of the storm.
To mothers who aren’t mothers yet I’m one of you, part of the set Of women who with empty arms And aching hearts, and wistful charm Long to hold a babe so sweet Next to your breast with love replete
To Everything there is a season,
Someone wiser than me has said
Spring when you wake in the morning,
Winter when you go to bed.
Sometimes the heart must ache
So the soul can find its way