I imagined I would be
So much further by now,
But of course,
I always take
The long way around;
No shortcuts had on this journey,
Yet, I will get there,
Surely it can not be much longer
To final destination as yet unknown
As detours redirect the trip,
The plans change with the path;
I need just reassess
Be at peace with any delay
And keep on
Keeping on,
Learning as I grow,
As I go,
Each moment closer
Than the last;
Giving up
Is no option,
The way out is through,
And hell no,
I am not through with
The way.
Tag: Hope
After the Fall
Turned around in reflection,
What I found
I couldn’t accept,
Couldn’t escape,
Digging deeper, I aimed
to connect the pieces,
To right the wrongs
Atone for my transgressions
From when I didn’t know
Me,
And of my falling;
Fallen,
I have to stop
Now,
And look up
To see the light that guided me
back here to my ground-zero;
New moves,
About-face
to pull up
Stand strong,
Be proud
Of all I’ve come through
and back again,
Ready now
To live,
To write next pages
With fresh ink
Vision cleared,
Purpose,
And a sharpened point to this,
My life
Beware the Love Vandal
I do not fall easily,
But I fall hard,
I commit myself
To a hand,
Based on
possibility
And knowing
When
There is an inner goodness
Pulsing through with radiant beauty
That my own senses have perceived,
Thus, I am not who I was
Before,
–Back then eager, heart merely pure
with naiveté,
Now matured
My heart recognizes,
And knows to banish the love con,
For my Iove is still true,
Loyal,
And my loving worthy of one
who can truly love
Me;
May my good heart not be fooled
Again,
By a love vandal.
Undercover Magick
What magick did I make as a child;
Undercovers imaging the future?
Let me remember this art,
To manifest a future in which I
Am loved, by one I can trust,
A romantic and life partner who will never hurt me.
Beautiful life with cracks
Where the light gets in
And out.
May it be so.
(Post relocated from my Thepurplepaintedbutterfly.wordpress.com blog)
Toward a Happy Ending
I anticipated a winding road
For that is how my story often goes,
But something tells me
The next chapters
Are short and sweet,
But not lacking in their depth or content;
On a few pages more
There will be new revelations to find,
Hopes becoming truths,
And not just speculation
Nor just wishful thinking,
But manifestations of positive energy
Of karmic flow spiraling out
And being received,
By open hands
And open hearts,
To then be paid forward,
In this my tale,
Moving swiftly,
With the turning of pages
Toward a happy ending.
If, But: In the Way
If
he were not already gone
Would I have even thought
To talk to you?
Would these feelings have been hard to navigate?
The want,
The enjoyment
Of something normal
I would have had guilt about it
If
he were still
In the way
If
But,
he is Not
She of Letters 