How dare you just walk away from the lives you created. Existence of just one holds your attention. Destruction is what you have created. Hate is what you have created, poisoning intrigued minds. Your reality bears secret untruth. Who will you face for your ways? Pressure will cause your perfection to crumble. Numbered days slip into the darkened hourglass. The sand spills quickly, rushing swiftly into nothingness. Cursed by thy own hand, justice will prevail for the unjust. Silence speaks truth that falls upon deaf ears. Can you not hear your soul screaming, blindly searching for the surface. Fear cannot remain hidden for long. They will turn their tear stained faces away, bearing no knowledge of your late pleas. Yesterday was too late, yet today a simple repeat. Life continues to move full circle. Small hands cling to mine with question written in their eyes. How shall I explain? You are now a phantom of past days by your own choosing. Your spirit stripped of beauty lies naked in the filth of your words twisting in shame. Answer me this, how does one walk away from the beauty of a child’s face. How did you do it? Death fails to bring peace even for the dying. In the quiet, tears escape from the eyes of the innocent.
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In a world so large, I am but a speck in the eye of time. My existence a mere flash of moments strung together through mishap, love, and challenge. I fail to slow the sands of time as I tiptoe carefully over the shadows of those I precede. Nearly unshaken in each breath exhaled, I have faced cycles of pure defiance, standing firm on my broken ground. Until my last breath has been drawn, I will methodically and tirelessly press forward, marking my place in this vast realm of humanity. The true provocation lies within the hearts of mankind….How will your legacy be remembered? How will your life have influenced those you have crossed paths with.
Dreams dance with reality on shaky ground as fear of the unknown callously blinds our inner eye. Darkness has become our only true trepidation, causing us to stumble through our words, our loves, our lives. True inner beauty shatters misconception offering pure radiance and virtue. Acknowledge it, for it will bring you strength. Never give in to fear, for fear will consume you. Never give into hate, for hate will dangerously ravish you. Never give into jealousy, for jealousy distorts the mind.
You are your own light, brought into this world to guide others. Shine on, for your soul is true beauty in it’s rarest form and your beauty is worth sharing.
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I wept for you today, my beautiful boy, for all you have lost. A child no more, but the beginning of a man quietly hidden in the smooth of your baby face. You sadly carry the burden of my life upon your childlike shoulders. What you have lost, I can never replace…the remnants of a stolen childhood quietly slipped away. Please allow me the freedom to take your pain for just a moment and watch you become a child for another day. If my father will allow me, I will bear your crosses, and free you from the anger that has slowly begun to poison your heart.
He broke your heart and stole from you your innocence when he left you alone to struggle in this cruel world. You grew up far too quickly in a quiet haste. You watched me weep in fear of what tomorrow would bring. You learned to think wisely when faced with trepidation. You screamed out in anger as your tears stained your face, and I wept for you. Your fist, a new tool for release, came crashing down, and I wept for you.
You became a man that fateful morning, when he departed this world. You stepped out of a shadow, and fell at his side and wept. You spoke words from your soul in a somber tone as you clung to what once was. Your tears will forever stain my heart. The silence that has followed is far louder than your cries. I watched you drop to your knee’s at his grave and sob….and I wept for you.
Have faith in me my beautiful boy. I will take your broken wings and teach you to fly again. Know that when you cannot walk, I will carry you, and if we stumble along the way, I will find the strength to crawl.
And as you slip to your knees tonight and bow your head and speak to our Father, I pray that you will find peace among those whom share your grief. As each day passes, I pray that the scars on your soul fade, and you grow to be the man your were created to be, but if it still hurts, and you lay your head on my shoulder and cry out, I will weep for you.
~~~Mom~~~
**This piece was written for my son, who has been fighting a struggle since he lost his father in late June of this year. (My husband and I were married nearly 13 years, and it was a fierce goodbye)**
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"Failure"
How dare you just walk away from the lives you created. Existence of just one holds your attention. Destruction is what you have created. Hate is what you have created, poisoning intrigued minds. Your reality bears secret untruth. Who will you face for your ways? Pressure will cause your perfection to crumble. Numbered days slip into the darkened hourglass. The sand spills quickly, rushing swiftly into nothingness. Cursed by thy own hand, justice will prevail for the unjust. Silence speaks truth that falls upon deaf ears. Can you not hear your soul screaming, blindly searching for the surface. Fear cannot remain hidden for long. They will turn their tear stained faces away, bearing no knowledge of your late pleas. Yesterday was too late, yet today a simple repeat. Life continues to move full circle. Small hands cling to mine with question written in their eyes. How shall I explain? You are now a phantom of past days by your own choosing. Your spirit stripped of beauty lies naked in the filth of your words twisting in shame. Answer me this, how does one walk away from the beauty of a child’s face. How did you do it? Death fails to bring peace even for the dying. In the quiet, tears escape from the eyes of the innocent.
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"True Beauty"
In a world so large, I am but a speck in the eye of time. My existence a mere flash of moments strung together through mishap, love, and challenge. I fail to slow the sands of time as I tiptoe carefully over the shadows of those I precede. Nearly unshaken in each breath exhaled, I have faced cycles of pure defiance, standing firm on my broken ground. Until my last breath has been drawn, I will methodically and tirelessly press forward, marking my place in this vast realm of humanity. The true provocation lies within the hearts of mankind….How will your legacy be remembered? How will your life have influenced those you have crossed paths with. Dreams dance with reality on shaky ground as fear of the unknown callously blinds our inner eye. Darkness has become our only true trepidation, causing us to stumble through our words, our loves, our lives. True inner beauty shatters misconception offering pure radiance and virtue. Acknowledge it, for it will bring you strength. Never give in to fear, for fear will consume you. Never give into hate, for hate will dangerously ravish you. Never give into jealousy, for jealousy distorts the mind. You are your own light, brought into this world to guide others. Shine on, for your soul is true beauty in it’s rarest form and your beauty is worth sharing.
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"I wept for you"...
I wept for you today, my beautiful boy, for all you have lost. A child no more, but the beginning of a man quietly hidden in the smooth of your baby face. You sadly carry the burden of my life upon your childlike shoulders. What you have lost, I can never replace…the remnants of a stolen childhood quietly slipped away. Please allow me the freedom to take your pain for just a moment and watch you become a child for another day. If my father will allow me, I will bear your crosses, and free you from the anger that has slowly begun to poison your heart. He broke your heart and stole from you your innocence when he left you alone to struggle in this cruel world. You grew up far too quickly in a quiet haste. You watched me weep in fear of what tomorrow would bring. You learned to think wisely when faced with trepidation. You screamed out in anger as your tears stained your face, and I wept for you. Your fist, a new tool for release, came crashing down, and I wept for you. You became a man that fateful morning, when he departed this world. You stepped out of a shadow, and fell at his side and wept. You spoke words from your soul in a somber tone as you clung to what once was. Your tears will forever stain my heart. The silence that has followed is far louder than your cries. I watched you drop to your knee’s at his grave and sob….and I wept for you. Have faith in me my beautiful boy. I will take your broken wings and teach you to fly again. Know that when you cannot walk, I will carry you, and if we stumble along the way, I will find the strength to crawl. And as you slip to your knees tonight and bow your head and speak to our Father, I pray that you will find peace among those whom share your grief. As each day passes, I pray that the scars on your soul fade, and you grow to be the man your were created to be, but if it still hurts, and you lay your head on my shoulder and cry out, I will weep for you. ~~~Mom~~~ **This piece was written for my son, who has been fighting a struggle since he lost his father in late June of this year. (My husband and I were married nearly 13 years, and it was a fierce goodbye)**
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