An Alternate Reality

Posts tagged ‘Inspiration’

In Pain

Sometimes I literally want to die
die to my pain
die to my frustrations
die to my self pity

There must be more than just this.
I must be more than just this.
So, I cry and let the tears
show me how to live again.

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Missing Morning Glories

The leaves are green
but the vines are bare,
 
Something is missing.
 
I breathe and I move
and I do all my chores, but
 
Something is missing.
 
The vines seem so sad and empty,
as does my heart and my life.
 
Something is missing.
 
Why are there empty stems?
Where are the bright purple flowers of hope?
 
Something in my soul is lost and pines
for the missing morning glories.

How Can I?


How can I tell you not to cry
when tears are streaming down my face?
 
How can I tell you not to be afraid
when I walk around in constant anxiety?
 
How can I tell you to be strong
when sometimes I can barely lift my head?
 
How can I tell you to just have faith
when I’m not sure I believe in it?
 
But how can I tell you to just give up
when I need you here with me so much?
 
And how can I tell you it’s not worthwhile
when there is at least one spec of joy awaiting.
 
All I can say is this is your life
and I respect the way you are feeling.
 
And although I can’t take this away from you
I’ll walk with you as long as you need me.

Perspective


When even the rainbow colors are merely shades of gray,
I know it is only my dark glasses.

In the Silence


In the silence
            there is nothing
            and everything.
In the silence
            Divine Breath speaks
            by saying nothing at all.
In the silence
            all things drift away
            and yet the emptiness is full.
In the silence
            I find myself
            by losing myself.
All there is,
            all there will ever be, already exists
            in the silence.

The Hope of Hope





How does that Paul Simon song go?
“When you’re weary, feeling small,
When tears are in your eyes
I will dry them all.”
 
That is hope
for a better day.
 
But, when no one is there
to dry your tears,
and no one notices
how weary you are,
 
then all you are left with
is the hope of hope.

Spring Rain

See the saturated clouds
flinging off their excess
so they can float
freely in the heavy air.

See the mighty maple
casting off its seedling bundles,
weak and hearty alike
given to their fate and the will of God.

See the timid chipmunk
scurrying out of the downspout
finally realizing
that its safe, warm nest is not the shelter it sought.

See me, discovering some hidden bravery,
throwing off my winter of angst
and allowing myself to bask in the joy
of the spring rain.