The First Step

The first step, is always the most difficult. In the past months, the gaping hole in my life, has not been filled, neither has the weight on my shoulders lifted, but I feel different. I feel ready to heal again, bit by bit, one memory at a time.

We cannot change what happened in our lives, but we can when we are ready, take the first steps towards that long and arduous journey back up the water spout. Will the rain come again? Yes, it most likely will. Will we be washed back down, probably, but there's a reason one of the first rhymes we learn as a kid, is the "Itsy Bitsy Spider"; it carries a very important lesson for all of us, we can, and should always try again.

Can I forget what has transpired, no, that would be silly. Everything, that we go through, however painful, moulds us into who we are. No, I do not look within me for the solace to forget, rather, I dig deep for the strength, to gather up whats left, and make the most out of it. I will write, and muse, and maybe find enough of myself, to be a better Person.

These are my First Steps.

3 Memories

3 Memories

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I Gazed on Innocence Today,

In A Child, Standing Knee Deep,

In her Mother's Boots, Running,

With Each Step, She Seemed to Leap,

I Fell in Laughter Today,

In a Friend's Unexpected Glance,

She turned to Recite a Rhapsody,

Mocking a Duck's Contrived Dance,

I Reminisced Beauty Today,

In a Meal I never Would have Had,

Had I not Met Her Wonder,

My Angel's Perfect Silhouette,

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Often I comment after a poem, to try to help you understand what i might truly be feeling. However, this time, I do not have a poem, but I do have an enterprise of hope. You see, my emotions, are best expressed in these words, or the amateurish blues I bang out on my guitar. They both have one thing in  common, they have an audience of 1, Myself. This is my means to retain my sanity amidst this unnatural silence, in the aftermath of the failures and sadness, I could write to display my mood, as I always have, or I could write for hope, to be able to Believe. These verses may mean nothing to you, but they each represent a memory of today to me.....

Momma, I Miss You...

Momma, I Miss You

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Momma I Miss you,

You made my World Less Grey,

I See your Laugh,

When I close my Eyes,

Its Like You Never Went Away,

Momma, I Miss You,

You Made my World So Safe,

You Were Honest to me, 

You Were Strong for me,

You Gave me hope and Faith,

Momma, I Miss You,

How You Filled my World with Love,

Fierce when I was out place,

Gentle, When I needed Grace,

The Flame that warmed Our Cove,

Momma, I Miss You,

Would You Not Call Me One Day?

Scold me, Cry with Me,

Smack me, Laugh with me,

Teach this Broken Heart to Pray...

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