Never Surrender Your Dreams

The time has come for me to write my last post of 2016. As always, I want to say, “Thank you” to everyone who has visited my site, liked a post, or left a comment. As with any approaching new year, and now, a new presidency, life is full of uncertainty. On the flip side of this, life can also be full of possibilities. I want 2017 to be a year of possibilities, opportunities, and growth. May all of you make the very best of your 2017 and beyond.

There’s uncertain travels on the long road to somewhere.

Twists and turns on a questionable road.

Unpaved paths to new unknowns,

That make you put guarded faith on the line.

Unpaved paths to new unknowns,

That make you put guarded faith on the line.

Uncertainty and doubt are heavy loads to bear,

And these elements eat away at one’s core.

Too far forward, so there’s no turning back now,

But for a moment in time, one’s feet are frozen still.

More road to travel, but the frightened heart wants to say it’s the end.

What if?

What happens at the end of the road?

When the hope dies out,

And positive vibes become non existent?

A stagnant existence is born that kills each breath taken,

And causes one to fade.

One will never know the possibilities.

What if?

What happens on the road still taken?

When you muster the strength to drop the load of uncertainty and doubt.

The body is now light.

Fluid movements allow you to just be.

Free.

And one can now see with clear eyes.

There’s something about being free,

That causes the body to press on.

Keep moving. Keep striving. Keep searching.

There’s a chance you’ll see what your heart is searching for.

There’s uncertain travels on the long road to somewhere.

Twists and turns on a questionable road.

Unpaved paths to new unknowns,

That make you put guarded faith on the line.

Uncertainty and doubt are heavy loads to bear,

And these elements eat away at one’s core.

Too far forward, so there’s no turning back now,

But for a moment in time, one’s feet are frozen still.

More road to travel, but the frightened heart wants to say it’s the end.

What if?

What happens at the end of the road?

When the hope dies out,

And positive vibes become non existent?

A stagnant existence is born that kills each breath taken,

And causes one to fade.

One will never know the possibilities.

What if?

What happens on the road still taken?

When you muster the strength to drop the load of uncertainty and doubt.

The body is now light.

Fluid movements allow you to just be.

Free.

And one can now see with clear eyes.

There’s something about being free,

That causes the body to press on.

Keep moving. Keep striving. Keep searching.

There’s a chance you’ll see what your heart is searching for.

Take that chance.

Never surrender your dreams.

What Do You Do?

What do you do when your heart dries out?

When there’s no blood left to shed?

When the beauty of bodies float away like dust?

When all you can feel is despair?

So many days and nights have my heart cried out,

To hollow ears who hear me not.

Hollow ears don’t hear my screams in the night.

Hollow ears know not my soul’s twists and turns.

And blind eyes don’t see my bloodshed,

When murderous hands perform the devil’s deeds.

So, what do you do when your heart cries out?

When there’s no one who seems to care?

Sincere Thank You

It’s nearing the end of 2014. Another year has come and gone. The time has come for me to say my “Thank You” to everyone. I truly appreciate you taking the time to visit my site, liking my posts, and leaving comments for me. I don’t consider myself a poet, but poetry has been a way of expressing my thoughts and coping with my emotions since I was a teenager.

2014 has been an emotional roller coaster for me and others around the world. I have certainly shed my share of tears out of both fear and sorrow. It may be my naive thinking, but as bleek as our “justice” system is here in the U.S., I still believe that one day we will have a such thing as a fair and just legal system, and we will all be free. I still have hope and stars in my eyes. If this is only a dream, then let me dream it to be able to carry on. Only time will tell if true justice will ever be seen.

While waiting for justice to show it’s face, in the meantime, my heart is weary and I’m tired. But still, I must move forward with my head held high.

In spite of the world’s cruelty and troubles, may 2015 be a productive and successful year for you all.

 

 

See Me

What do you see when you see me?

An intelligent woman whose free?

A poet with a knack for self expression?

A woman with the right to just be?

What song do you hear from my sweet voice?

Do I sing a song of misery?

Do I sing a song so unfamiliar to you?

Do I sing only of what you want to see?

What do you feel when we’re face to face?

Is it fear that enters your mind?

Or yet, an image of a thug or disgust?

If it is, then why can’t you feel my kind?

Even with endless cruelty, my heart still beats.

I walk forward with my head held high.

Walk with a fist in the air that you see as racist.

But I just call it solidarity, self love, and self pride.

What is it that you see within this body?

And why can’t you just see me?