Poem: New Walk

Walking the path that holds all the secrets.

Living the dream that you never imagine.

Hunting the roads where cars seldom travel.

Believing the faith that the trees whisper.

Trying to just make it to see another day.

All the way standing with a smile beaming from your face.

That is the life that you want.

This is the journey that you want to take.

Not caring about the hurt that it brings.

Only thinking about seeing another day.

The ones that used to walk with you have fallen off.

Now there are some that are new that hang by your side.

This is your new walk and I like your stride.

Poem: Past/ Future

Where do I turn.

Where do I go.

Where do I look.

The past is creeping up and drawing me nearby.

I want to go, but I know my soul cannot bare it.

The hurt that the past has cause is also the cure for my future.

I try to make a change, but it always leads me there.

Can I make it without it?

The option is not clear.

The option is an open book that I cannot read.

I remember the things that made me hurt.

I also remember the joys of living.

When I think about it, I think about me.

When I think about what could be, I do not see me without it.

I see the people that made me love.

The people that made me whole.

I see the past, I also see that it is my future.

Poem: My Life

My power is no longer my drive.

My will has can no longer carry me.

My hope is not my salvation.

My redemption has no praise.

My strength gets no applause.

My love has no life.

My life is gone.

My story shall never me told.

My world is everything, but me.

My ability is one that is not given.

My dreams never came true.

My wants are never for me.

My work will never be seen.

My silence is always heard.

My life is gone.

My soul has no story.

My freedom never came.

 My tears are filled with fear.

My life is gone.

This is my story.

Poem: Dream Afraid

The time is not tomorrow, it is now.

The pain you have will not last always.

Like the river there is an end, you just cannot see it yet.

You must be strong, not for others, but this time for you.

Worry less and think more.

Do not listen to bees, they will distract you.

Try to harmonize with the birds and let them guide you.

It seems hard, but that is life, so you must get up and try.

Help is not something you are often asked but is not rarely given.

Deep down you need it, but like the root of the tree you cannot move.

Your dreams are running away, yet you are walking.

Are you going to let them pass you by?

Stop thinking what if, those what if no longer care.

This has an end you just have to meet it at the door.

When it knocks, do not be afraid to open it.