Disable yourself from the world~ and then be free

Patterns

What you chose to live in

Live through

and

feel 

this careful world

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 something solid

 but crumbles 

to ashes 

at the first narrow dark tunnel.

As America learns

we also fail

it is what

we have 

always 

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a pattern reflecting

the lifestyles

we have drawn ourselves into…….

 Break free

 Let light shine

and

welcome the sorrow,

because 

there is a 

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that lead to home. 

Be lead by God

and walk with peace

Amen

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If flowers could cry

 

Deep in the ground

rotted in love

 

 

growing in the promise of another day

Above the surface

 

Bursting with color

the flower blooms

 

 

Yet something holds it back. 

The waters not of the weather

 

Something more deep

Down in the root

 

something snapped

and out came a liquid

That crumpled the flower

and let it fall

 

casting only dropped flower petals

a hollow feeling

 

that no one can help

sorrow and tears

 

Not in fear or frustration

 

but a lonely solace 

 

that can’t be fixed.

october orange

Scratchy blankets

scarfs and gloves

warmer jackets

and

hot chocolate nights

Cinnamon and nutmeg

jack-o-lantern pumpkins

soft tipped pine-cones

memories by the fire

Crunch and swish

a walkway decorated by

October orange

Apple Cider red

and

Sunflower yellow leaves

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A season of wonder

with scarecrows and wagon rides

family and friends

captured by the warmth of love

Autumn

is in the air

un-spoken saddens

I dedicate this poem to a very special person in my life, An english teacher who touched my heart. Now that her baby is with the Lord, and waits for her arrival. This poem is in light of the current situations, and the hope that they can find. Yet, also a time for them all to grieve. 

 

in this world

it isn’t rare to find 

hurt,    pain,     tears

 

Yet each time

when the harshness runs in 

the punches throw you off guard

the bruises of the tragedy linger 

 

and I find

myself asking

why? 

 

eventually the tears 

will run dry

but forever will they be implanted on our faces

 

a silent yet daily reminder

of a life taken 

to soon. 

 

So we search

not really knowing what to find

only knowing

that when we do seek it out

 

the healing 

will be halfway started

So let this be a token,

 

a sign

something to let you know

 

I care, I am praying

I will be there.