Write_Stuff_Poetry

I cling on to my memories As if dissolving my life today Why am I held hostage by my memories? Can I wake up and start living for each day? It seems that I’m addicted to the days of old When the people who possessed my heart Were still with me- and I can’t seem to let go I believe there is a place where I can start. Will I ever decide to live each day As a gift- than living in my past? Can I learn to live around my memories And built new relationships that may last? I cannot continue to live as a hostage To these memories of my love so deep Perhaps I can reach out to the here and now And save these memories for when I sleep.

I didn't have any lessons, nor a role-model to follow but I wanted to be a mother more than anything other I thought I was capable to love and nurture to have a bond with three little baby dolls that filled my life with love. And after that story ended for me~ that my babies found their lives Without a way to warn me, I find out that all I did was fail. Does God wish for me a shorter life ~to spare me from the pain To find that ending and put them out of their misery For the ten years of human suffering must be my payment For doing this inadequate parent dance for the whole world to see WHY?? Why didn't anyone tell me I was wrong ~that I did not have what it took To love my children unconditionally....that I was not worthy, and I failed I sit here looking out the window wondering why I exist There are so many families that are filled with love ~I THOUGHT I knew in my heart that I was capable...only to find that the degree of my failure

Everyday it seems I did one little thing to help someone.....nothing fancy....just little gestures of kindness...to be the kind of person my dad wanted me to be.... I'm a grandma now.....and I know that my grandchildren will never know this side of me.... Because maybe I could do nice little gestures for people who appreciate them.... But somewhere along the way, the grandest time of my life~ having my children and raising them to be good to all people.......I went wrong.... and I don't think I'll have enough time to find out what has caused this vial of hate they run into my veins.. So now it is a match to see which poison kills me first.....my kidney or my flesh and blood....... ~V

I want to figure something out I need to know what life’s about I know I was created for a reason Oh, tell me Lord, it this my season? Can my smile brighten someone’s day? If you’re lost, can I help you find your way? Can I sit by you and dry your tears? Will it help if I let you share your fears? I spent my youth, and sometimes wondered Why am I here? Had my parents blundered? But now I clearly hear His calling I’m here to catch you if you’re falling My eyes have just been opened wide There’s no more shame, I will not hide I’m here to help the fragile heart To work for You, I’m ready to start! You blessed me, Lord, to feel compassion For those who need your satisfaction I’m here to let You lead me where I can let another know You’re there I thank you Lord for this, my blessing I will honor your wishes to all those confessing That they are searching for You to better their live Even if times are tough and they’re full of anguish & strife The perfectio

We are born Sent down with a file of our life's plan for making decisions one day at a time life is such an opportunity having a box full of ideas, adventures, experiences timing is of huge importance but reach in that box daily and use all the gifts God filled it with and never forget that a day may come when the box has no contents and your memories are gone with no way to replace your life~all the facts of your life~who you were, are, and ever could have been.