my stepping stone

forgotten desires
broken dreams

where does the strength come from
to rise
and face this day

this overwhelming day
where the sun shines
yet does not warm
where smiles abound
yet none reach me

blessed
cursed
i am neither.

beyond the forgotten
yet near enough
to be remembered

your eyes peer
yet do not penetrate
your ears hear
yet do not listen

i stare
beyond what is now

when shall i feel whole
this broken body
a replica of my own soul

burdensome
oh this heavy weight
lifted by the belief
that what will be will be
and what is

just is.

my broken dreams
perhaps are just forgotten
and the passion that i wait for
merely buried
deep within
the labrynith of my own
guilty consience

detached
wanting to connect
to this harsh and beautiful world
i raise my hands
cry
with the pure relief
of one who sees

unblinded i have become
blessed
assured
that the end
is merely a beginning
and the sorrow
i've endured

simply a stepping stone

to what lies ahead.

texan cowgirl

 

sometimes i wonder if i should be as frank and honest as i always am in my writing. if i should peel off the layers one by one...letting the fragrance of my petals that slowly fall down drift to you, allowing you to see what has grown from the seeds planted so long ago.

when one is hesitant it is usually from some type of fear. whether it be healthy fear or pure nonsense only you can tell. so i've decided that my hesitancy is pure nonsense. read what you like, comment on whatever you want, and perhaps this journey of mine, where i trip and fall endlessly on my yellow brick road, will entice you to move forward, to dream...to let go when necessary, cry when needed and laugh always.

thanks to each of you, dear friends. you have made my life so much more the better and prodded along my heart and will to keep living each day as it may come.

besos y abrazos...

me