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Poetry

Tomorrow

Posted on March 25, 2020March 25, 2020 by PenAndPaperStoriesblog

Freedom, America takes for granted
So clear now that it’s yesterday-
Never before so fragile
Reality creating dismay.

And you are nothing
When life makes you a chore-
And what is called compassion
Is an attempt to control open doors.

So control it back
By the power within you…
For no virus can attack
A heart filled and true…

And it will be tomorrow
Once yesterday is done
And you’ll awaken different
When the battle is finally won!

Liberty is flexible
When other worlds control your play-
Adapt to the moment
To make tomorrow the better day.

Poetry

All or Once

Posted on December 28, 2019 by PenAndPaperStoriesblog

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.

Again

Blood boils so quick anymore….

Always a joke-

Can nothing be serious?

Or even answered?

Taking care is for granted-

Maybe that’s why I stopped for so long?

Clearly not long enough-

Like time ever would be….

Pain is numbing

Until it hurts-

Or you stop.

Does it stop?

Or do you just go-

I do.

I did.

Again.

Uncategorized

I am Rich!

Posted on June 8, 2019June 8, 2019 by PenAndPaperStoriesblog

Today I turned 41! Crazy! I still don’t feel 40 – so it’s hard to believe I am a year older than that. As I look at my life now I see many struggles. BUT – I also see I am rich. I am rich because I have had 4 children and have never known the pain of losing a child. I am rich because I have a husband and have never known the pain of being a widow. I am rich because I have my mom and dad and have yet to know the pain of losing a parent. I am rich because I have a home, food and amazing animals. I am rich because I have learned to garden, and to work with God for food. I am rich because I have a job – even if it pays poorly and causes more stress than I can explain. I am rich because I am here, I had another birthday, and I still feel younger than I am. Thank God my blessings have exceeded my trails – just as they have the 40 years before. Life is good – even when it’s tough. And I am rich because I know that.

Poetry

What Should Have Been

Posted on December 21, 2018 by PenAndPaperStoriesblog

The day the world dropped me off

Moments it seemed

From a blissful weekend

Before meeting reality for the millionth time…

And “go to hell” I thought

Before knowing I was there

Or where I belonged

In between

What should have been.

Poetry, Uncategorized

Take On

Posted on December 14, 2017 by PenAndPaperStoriesblog

Take on me
Troubles and gains
Take on tomorrow
Victories and pains
Take on now
Moments and truth
Take on innocence
Naivety of youth
Take on yesterday
Lessons from past
Take on the future
Something to last
Take on now
Like you have never done
Take on the moment
Like you’ve already won