There are times my soul is tired
Fighting tears of pure despair
My spirit drained of all reserves
Depleted, broken, uninspired
I feel myself become despondent
unable to break free
from this winter of the soul
which had taken over me
Yet, winter has its ending
and so shall come the spring
A springtime of the spirit
is coming over me
It's lifting up my spirit
and warming now my heart
Awakening my senses
I am yearning now to start
Memories trail like footprints in the sand
My words are now my playground
my emotions poetry
Love plays sweet my melody
as life becomes my song
I find my strength returning
and thrill to sing along
Saturday, March 26, 2016
New Beginnings
She's painfully aware she's breaking
all the rules
She's spent a lifetime living others dreams
She knows this path she's taking now is hurting
those she loves
A journey so much harder than it seems
But doesn't she deserve to live a life
that's truly hers
A life where others see her as she does
If all this time they loved her while she followed
all their rules
Is she now to spend her life without her loves
I hope that others come to see as clearly
as I do
The truth that all should follow their own dreams
For loving happens best when we let others
be themselves
Let go and love, much easier than it seems
all the rules
She's spent a lifetime living others dreams
She knows this path she's taking now is hurting
those she loves
A journey so much harder than it seems
But doesn't she deserve to live a life
that's truly hers
A life where others see her as she does
If all this time they loved her while she followed
all their rules
Is she now to spend her life without her loves
I hope that others come to see as clearly
as I do
The truth that all should follow their own dreams
For loving happens best when we let others
be themselves
Let go and love, much easier than it seems
Monday, March 21, 2016
Sophie's Stand-Sophie Scholl, Germany, 1921-1943
There are times when words and phrases
become ordinary in their overuse
to say something is extraordinary is
often times ill used
so easily dismissed,
Then there is a story
a tale heard here and there
of such amazing consequence
it hangs upon the air
The tale it makes you
catch your breath
and sigh with unshed tears
such is the tale I happened on
a tale of bygone years
In times of trial and tragedy
the world had lost it's way
there was a brave and valiant youth
who would not shy away
she could not hide away
She took a stand that cost her life
A stand against the hate
with dignity beyond her years
she fought a righteous fight
and death would be her fate
She must have been an old soul
to bear it with such poise
And in another world I weep
for the courage of Sophie's choice
the courage of Sophie's voice
So hear me now recall the tale
Of sacrifice so true
As given by one Sophie Scholl
Who died at twenty two
For those she never knew
become ordinary in their overuse
to say something is extraordinary is
often times ill used
so easily dismissed,
Then there is a story
a tale heard here and there
of such amazing consequence
it hangs upon the air
The tale it makes you
catch your breath
and sigh with unshed tears
such is the tale I happened on
a tale of bygone years
In times of trial and tragedy
the world had lost it's way
there was a brave and valiant youth
who would not shy away
she could not hide away
She took a stand that cost her life
A stand against the hate
with dignity beyond her years
she fought a righteous fight
and death would be her fate
She must have been an old soul
to bear it with such poise
And in another world I weep
for the courage of Sophie's choice
the courage of Sophie's voice
So hear me now recall the tale
Of sacrifice so true
As given by one Sophie Scholl
Who died at twenty two
For those she never knew
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