Golden.
A monumental time
For a monumental age.
No celebratory bang.
Not one for playing charades.
Just wrapped in love
Amongst the days delight.
Gratitude ever flowing
As my inner light shines bright.
No need to utter words
Because my actions speak loud.
The reflection I see daily
Is one that I am proud.
50 years of life
With twists and turns
And lessons learned.
Ready for what the Universe unfolds before me now.
Golden.
Heartbeat is fading.
Almost non existent
As my soul is nearly depleted.
No expectations of humanity,
And devoid of all care.
What to do in a world of uncertainty?
What to do when the love is gone?
Feels like I’m drowning,
And I can’t come up for air.
My feelings are my own.
No longer buried deep inside.
Bitterness has festered,
Anger has taken over.
I feel numb.
Will my heartbeat live again?
Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.
Will I ever believe in Hope again?
I want to live like I’ve never lived.
No wasted moments.
No suspension of time.
I want to soar freely to higher heights,
And from the clouds I’ll emerge,
As I greet the sun on my way to heaven.
With a renewed heart, I feel love,
To be able to move with no fears, as I’ve left them behind.
Guided by a power like no other,
I can fly far beyond the moon.
The sky’s the limit.
And I’ll just keep going as if the sky is all mine.
Fly to a higher height
That extends beyond the moon.
Travel beyond space and time,
To live amongst the stars.
A feeling within the heart and soul,
That only sunrays can expose.
Upon a morning smile,
Love’s aurra reigns supreme.
Love.
An ever flowing sea for one to drown in eternally.
Love.
A friend of a higher power
That wraps it’s arms around you with an embrace of the day’s delight.
Love.
When you have it,
Hold it tight.
Cherish what is yours,
Which is the Love bestowed upon you.
Revel in tears of joy,
And remember the feeling.
May you be immersed in Love today.
And may Love forever in your heart remain.
When love is boundless,
It’s ever flowing.
Filling up a heart devoid.
Shining its light through the window to the soul.
A savior for a shattered heart.
A saving grace for a love story untold.
Love’s joy.
It’s like a little bit of heaven in your hands.
To feel its warmth and glory
Is like nothing else.
What is life to cold hands and an empty heart?
A meaningless nothingness.
A reflection of despair.
No humanity seen.
No love.
No care.
Mere ashes of hope gone dry.
Mere tears from when one cried.
No measure of value for bodies.
None for the dead nor alive.
“Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass…It’s about learning to dance in the rain.” – Vivian Greene
And dance I did.
As my 46th bornday approaches on April 4th, I’ve been reflecting on my life’s journey. I’ve come a long way from being that eight year old kid who held back tears, swallowed her pain from abuse, and declared that I would grow up to be better than the examples that I was being shown at home.
I’ll always have a vivid memory of the Saturday that my father almost ended his life and mine. Even after he hurt me to my core on this day, I put hurt and fear aside. I wanted to live. I had the courage and the strength to survive.
In all of the heartache that I’ve been through, I’ve always pushed forward. And here I am today. I’m proud that I made the decision at age eight to live. I didn’t know what my life would be like as an adult, but I had dreams of a better life full of love. I can look in the mirror and smile, because some dreams do come true. I made it. Hearts can be emotionally battered and can bend. But, hearts can also feel love again. Hearts can also mend.
I’m gratefuI learned to dance so well in the rain.
When darkness burries the sun,
And the world is heavy upon soft shoulders,
Heavy is the load that is carried,
And despair is the emotion that is felt.
One can become blinded by the unknown,
And stricken down by fear.
Possibilities remain at a distance,
As if these are merely thoughts in the wind.
Unclarity has sunken in.
Then along comes the sun.
Love.
Love loves me.
Love believes in me.
Love’s light adorns me.
I hear Love’s voice, and I can see once again.
Love never let’s me suffer,
And Love never let’s me fail.
In my hour of sorrow, it’s Love’s faith, Love’s love, that prevails.
Faith is restored,
And one is guided by your light.
Onward to a righteous path,
I will know no wrong,
Because the Love you possess is oh, so right.
Photo Credit: Eric Crowell, Los Angeles
May the new year bring endless possibilities, positive change for the better, hope, and love for all.
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