Four seasons have come and gone With the breaking As stumps are left in the distance Resembling you and me. It’s the end of winter And the spring is filling With rebirth all over. A part of me knew This wasn’t us, But I couldn’t Accept the changes. I needed to mend my life, Search for my sum, And allow seasons to come naturally. This much so far is me Untouched but recreated Through the passages Of time here. You won’t be celebrating me But I toast to the new Divine feminine awakened. You must know this so far, Even contemplate The answers to all those questions We pondered With long conversations Throughout heated nights. I didn’t fit in your world. This so far is mine And I will never be back to you As the woman I was When I left.
I have a 1,000’s of poems in several thick binders. For decades I would write one to two poems daily…religiously. When I started this blog, I wrote more poetry than stories. The other day I was able to get into an old computer and found more. This one in particular hit me. My mind tumbled to the past. I had met a man who turned my life upside down and right side up. It was a short love affair that reminded me to love deeper without holding back. That it was okay. That I would be caught and loved in return. And like most intense love affairs, it took its course. Just by the date I knew exactly who it pertained to. Poetry is a music and art photo album for the soul. ❤️
We fear succeeding a lot greater than fearing failure. We have been programmed in the expectation of failure. When it happens, we immediately tell ourselves, “Well I knew that was going to happen.” Those words are the driving force into failure. Succeeding requires that we step into the unknown. Inside of you are all the answers. Continue to co-create your reality. You get to manifest the life you desire!