to be the accessory
his light in the world,
steadfast in protecting.
up against her Guardian,
the nature of his being,
his existence remains, wee devotee, lionhearted.
What I Would Have Shown You
I’m here when I want be sleeping like the women I envy, even though I know desire gets me nowhere.
I envy her the quiets breaths her He would listen for, as He watched making sure bad dreams didn’t interrupt the peaceful place He’d prepared.
Suppose she offers him the same sanctuary. I hope so.
Anyway, just wanted y’all to know why I’m in and out of WordPress. My father begins a new treatment for a whole new set of distractions.
I can’t be with him like I want to be, because of the responsibilities I have for my own little family. Dad understands and has my middle and baby sisters with him this month. However, you guys know I am unsettled with the arrangement.
I have moments where I feel like my best isn’t enough.
When I fail at being human and not fighting for what I need.
What does obtaining get us?
Maybe as we are is best.
We understand this as we are space. It seems to work. It isn’t ideal, but our needs are met, if they weren’t we would change.
Or would we?
Fear is a real emotion. It isn’t intended for us, but we let it in. We grasp fear thinking we can somehow live together.
We can’t. Not truly.
Embracing love or accepting fear is the choice we’re given.
I may not wholeheartedly agree with this man’s first two sentences or the last thought on this subject, but the meat in the middle is the woman I continue to see when I look in the mirror. The only woman I’ve ever wanted to be…
I’m sorry I’ve been quiet as of late. There hasn’t been much room in my head for poetry.
thinking it over
all the joys
building our strength
3/5/3/3/7/5 Shadorma Poetry
Nothing like a box Chevy (during a rebuild), booze, old country music and big brother’s barn on a Friday night. Baby, Middle and Red claiming seats as big brother chuckles. None of us would have it any other way. I love when we get together and laugh over ourselves.
Everyone’s version of our story is a little different, but oh we four see it the same… I love’em!
A window into ever after,
Witnessing from afar, a life
Where forests grow,
Oceans lap endlessly
And desires are still
Encouraged, sought after
A place where faith,
Comes first, as our
Initial breath, while
prairie grass bows
Towards wind, steadfast.
Homes are full of heat,
Not just from bread baking,
But from love honest
and complete. Endless
Work, and time to pause
Yet over time, has been lost.
Been fussing with my tree for a few days. Tryin’ to create festive feelings by decorating. Each morning brings colder weather and along with it the sniffles and coughs.
The children have been giving 100% in all their activities and with school. My responsibilities are being tended to, as well. The Christmas season is upon us. A lot to be thankful for this year. Today, we’re going to take in the wonder of our many blessings.
All I keep thinking is I took you home with me, from here: my world. Inside me, there is a rhythm, a melody and a presence I recognize. Weakening into a strength, inside this cool air, allowed me to breathe, to feel and be myself. The quietness, awakening my core as I heard the sound of love; pure devotion, nothing more. I keep this spirit, this lead, and confidence, close. You’re thriving, more than simply alive behind my breasts. You’re beating continuously, effortlessly wild, yet, this isn’t enough. I belong with you, here.