I am an educated adult female with Bachelor and Master degrees in Business Management. I am married with four children. I enjoy writing and drawing for a hobby and brain vacations. My dream is to publish a novel someday, but I am building on my short story and poetry crafts now.
The theft in the night More wrong than right Some people walk More to sin In a distance And next of kin And we wait While many fall In the mirror Or down the hall And when we wake From morning bliss We went from then To being this.
So I come around When you stop to look- Sometimes in nature Or note in a book. I provide balance When you fall off course- I’m not without discipline… Or nugget of remorse. Restoring harmony Is not without waves- But its to modify the outcome Or how you behave… And on the other side You’ll believe once more- What you appreciate And what to adore… And though it will be hard You must never quit- Simply look up… For the promise you’ll benefit!
Normal Such a fragile state No fortune or promise But realizing what is too late… For it’s not to be While wasting away- It’s not gaining tomorrow, But losing today… What will life do? But sit back and watch… For it’s no matter When permanently lost. . . And what is new? Out of something old… Only what’s left- Minus what we are told.
The path taken year after year Changes as it should- Lest steps seem only foreign Forgotten is something good… Sow a lavender bush perhaps Bring calm back in place- Until serenity falls in grievance Drained by ache and waste… Deaf ears lead blind eyes Bounded by an induced agony- Losing all or once A consequence of your apathy.
Void of regular emotion Young become zombies to life Isolation a given confinement Self-torcher for insight. No one knows the adversary Or understands… It’s different now Because reality is what we pretend. Ghosts walk the halls, movies and games Solving the next mystery And deciding who to blame. . . Then causing new misery In order to wake up or wise Without maturity of consequence Or the ability to reverse time. So absent of future And certainty of death- Merely the sake of forgiveness Only after true regret.