Mistakes?

Life is indeed too short, too short by far,
Oft likened to a shooting star,
Burning brightly and then gone,
We have not the luxury of getting it right,
That is our plight,
We must learn as we go,
Not because we never know,
When we move on,
But because there is no other way,
No perfect path to take,
We learn by trying,
Stumbling, crying,
We add negativity to the word “mistake”,
We must feel pain when we sometimes fall,
But the only shame lies,
In our not trying at all,
So a life littered with mistakes and missteps,
Is perhaps a life that truly has been blessed.

Anxiety

Elephants shift.

And sit on my chest,

The world pressing in on me,

Seemingly,

Weight  overwhelming,

Feelings swelling,

Compelling me to,

Retreat,

To a safer place,

To retrace,

My steps within,

As walls close in,

And I try to hide,

By turning inside,

To a small dark corner,

Where I feel,

Slightly more,

 Secure,

But not really,

GREEN

GREEN
Looking from my balcony,
So many shades of green I see,
It seems that every single tree,
Is reaching out to speak to me,
Trying to make me aware,
Of all the history we share,
I have a feeling that they care,
Burdens they will help me bear,
They know my secrets and my ways,
Have followed me for all my days,
Know my slips, my passion plays,
Know my different shades of greys,
But they don’t judge a thing I’ve done,
All the roads from which I’ve come,
Some believe in angels and the sun,
But I believe the trees are One,
That somehow they speak to each other,
Treat me like I am their brother,
Like the earth is our shared mother,
They nourish me, they don’t smother,
Somehow they look after me,
Their wisdom old as old can be,
Looking from my balcony,
So many shades of green I see,
It seems that every single tree,
Is reaching out to speak to me.

I love the sound of the rain

I love the sound of the rain,
Especially in the night,
It calms me,
And slightly alters my perceptions,
So instead of ingesting negativity,
I feel cleansed, and glad, and free,
Appreciating where I am and what I’ve got,
Not focusing on hindrances,
Fences,
That block my way,
Wish I could stay,
In this moment,
When it all feels good,
And there’s no pain,
No fight for acceptance,
No need to gain,
It’s quiet, and dark,
In the middle of the night,
Everything feels right,
And I love the rain.

I CRY

I cry,
For in this moment I feel sadness,
Then I cry anew,
For I know,
That in this sadness there is joy too.
For every single thing I’ve lost,
There’s something I’ve gained,
Every pain worked through,
I somehow grew,
Found the lesson that remained.
My journey long and varied,
The baggage carried,
Often weighed me down,
But digging in the dirt,
Healing the hurt,
Leaves me on solid ground,
Ever moving forward,
Though what toward,
I do not know,
But that’s okay,
Living in today,
Is the joy I’ve found,
So I cry,
For in this moment I feel sadness,
Then I cry anew,
For I know,
That in this sadness,
There is joy too.

Sweet Little One

I try not to think,
About her much.
How her fur was soft,
And warm to touch.
How she she slept,
Beside me in my bed,
And rubbed me,
With her little head.
I try not think,
Of my little one,
It hurts my heart.
Tears always come.
My darling cat,
No longer mine.
Sweet little one,
I left behind.
Have I vanished
From your memory?
Or do you try,
Not to think of me?

Natural End

Little ducklings swim behind,
In a single file line,
Little mother mallard duck,
But they’re running out of luck.
There were six and then just five.
Must be hard to stay alive.
For with every passing day,
One more duckling goes away.
There were five and then just four.
The other ones are seen no more.
So then in a shorter line,
Swim the ducklings from behind.
There were four and then just three.
But no trace that one could see.
Not a whisper of their song.
They’ve just vanished, simply gone.
There were three and then just two.
What’s a mother duck to do?
Mother Nature is so cruel,
Knows no right, nor wrong, nor rule.
There were two and then just one.
But they never can outrun,
Mother Nature, who’s so kind,
She left one duckling behind.