Poetry is a window to the soul.  I remember a time when each day was long, When the world was a playground and my life a song, And I fluttered through years with barely a care, Ignoring the future and what waited there. School was intriguing and filled with delights. I played away daytimes and dreamed away nights. My parents assured me I had nothing to fear, And that no matter what happened, they'd always be there. Little I knew of a world outside home, Where tragedy, sorrow and murder could roam. All I saw were blue skies, rainbows and stars. I looked past destruction of families and cars. But as I grew up, darkness started to set in; My bright world has turned into concrete and tin. I have felt the violence I looked past before; Some friends have died, and my heart is sore. Cancer and accidents have claimed people I love, There are landfills below me, pollution above. I often think back to when life was a game. But no matter what happens, it can't be the same. There are days when I just want to break down and howl, To give up completely, to throw in the towel, But I try to persevere and push my way through, Telling myself I have too much to give and so much to do. And I want to vow that, though it'll be hard, I'll go on with a smile and play every card. Try to give all I can, help others and love. No matter what happens, life will bloom again, And the strength I don't have will come from above. So friend take my hand, and through darkness we'll prevail If we all join together, we surely won't fail. We'll remember to care, remember to feel, And no matter what happens, our world we will heal. Gather 'round, my good friends. I've a story to tell, Of a passion that burns to be won. It's a strange little tale to be sure, but you'll laugh To hear how the snow courted the sun. In the Great White North, where it's colder than here, And the plains are barren and white, There was a great drift, blown about all its days Where the land had rarely seen light. Then one morning, with the coming of dawn drawing near, The drift woke from the strangest of dreams. "What an odd feeling," he said, "What's that warmth? Maybe nothing - but no! The world gleams!" Then his icy jaw fell as the sun climbed the sky; More bright than what he'd seen so far. He broke into a sweat, and his interest was whet. That's the first time he'd met a star! "What feeling is this?" Snow exclaimed, with a start. "Who could affect me this way? Her fiery hair has set me aglow! Is it love? Oh, what should I say?" "Hey there!" he called, and the sun stopped to look For rarely was she so addressed. "Who are you? What's your name? Come down here and chat!" But nay, Sol was not impressed. "I know your type," she replied, "Such a drip. You can't take the heat - not at all!" "But we're so much alike," said the flake, As he rolled himself up in a ball. "You're so hot, babe," he gushed, "How 'bout a small kiss?" So right there, Sol reduced him to rime. "Told you so," the sun beamed. And what did Snow say? "Yeah, I know... But it was sublime!" All the tears I should have cried Form an ocean in my mind Where pain flows and emotions tide In a place you'll never find. Somewhere deep in the outer space Where dreams and thoughts roam free There is a small forgotten place A mirror image of me Bright memories of happier days Seem to mock me with their truth Always longing for the carefree ways I took for granted in my youth This countenance that used to play The years cast hard and jaded With overtones of dreary gray Now that the smile has faded This life of hurt I've held inside Is a pain that will not cease And all the tears I should have cried Are still waiting for release ~ D. Smith ~ Rainbow's end brings hopes and dreams Never quite attainable or so it seems My journeys toward that end seem to go astray I give my heart and soul only to have them go away I know that if I let go of the cautions in my mind That when I do reach rainbow's end it may be you I would find My tattered soul shivers at yet the fear That you may not wish me near Dream I do for there is precious little I can do for my soul It goes where it wants to you and I have little control With each rainbow goes yet one more wistful desire To share with the soul who sets my heart on fire ~ MarsShadow ~ "If I do not want what you want, please try not to tell me that my want is wrong. Or if I believe other than you, at least pause before you correct my view. Or if my emotion is less than yours, or more, given the same circumstances, try not to ask me to feel more strongly or weakly. Or yet if I act, or fail to act, in the manner of your design for action, let me be. I do not, for the moment at least, ask you to understand me. That will come only when you are willing to give up changing me into a copy of you. I may be your spouse, your parent, your offspring, your friend, or your colleague. If you allow me any of my own wants, or beliefs, or actions, then you open your-self, so that someday these wants of mine might not seem so wrong, and might finally appear to you as right - for me. To put up with me is the first step in understanding me. Not that you embrace my ways as right for you, but that you are no longer irritated or disappointed with me for my seeming waywardness. And in understanding me you might come to prize my differences from you, and far from seeking to change me, preserve and even nurture those differences." A child's love is like a whisper, given in little ways we do not hear but if you listen closely it will be very clear. They often do not say it loud
The many ways they tell you
Pop I need some money
Dad I've got something to tell you...
Dad I've got some news for you...
A child's love is like a whisper,
They often do not say it loud
It is never ending
After awhile you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul, and you learn that love doesn't mean leaning and company doesn't mean security, and you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts and presents aren't promises, and you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes open, with the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child, and learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans, and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight. After awhile you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much. So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. And you learn that you really can endure... That you really do have worth. And you learn and learn... With every goodbye you learn. ~Author Unknown~
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