Rah Times

Wish I could see through your eyes, That your heart could feel the ache The pain and sadness in mine. Wish you knew, that I loved and accepted you. That it was not an explanation I needed, But for you, in turn, to have the same love for me. Wish you understood what it was that I wanted. That you were able to give that to me, Was aware that I had found what I was searching for, in you. Wish I was not so disappointed, wanting to close The chapter of you and me that was written Yet, so misunderstood by many as it were you. Wish I could relay to you what I intend to do, But this time, I do not wish anything of you. Only not to be disappointed as I was before. Wish you knew all that I wrote, wanted to say. That you took the time each day to read it. That perhaps you may one day, even if I’m gone. Visit ruthspoetry.rahtimes.com/ for more on the Author.

Today, I went to pick up one of my older daughters from school in order to help me transport my other children to their activities. She willingly came but was uncertain she would be of much help. She said she had a major exam on Monday. I had a headache for most of the day. My left arm has been aching too. It felt as if, I got a shot in the arm and the breast that I had the biopsy, hurts. I do not remember any of my other biopsy hurting me any. Perhaps I worked myself up into getting upset. It is not so much about the biopsy but the many ways that the ones I trusted failed me. For years, I went through a lot and never said a word. Not until something was severely wrong did I decide to reach out. I do not usually call anyone unless they request that I do. Therefore, an expected call from me meant that I was under dire duress. There were two actual instances when I reached out to two different individuals, under such circumstances. In both instances, both people did not avail themselve...

I stopped momentarily to reflect, ponder about you. It is pertinent that I make a decision, soon. I know what I want to do, also know what I can’t. I keep telling myself it is going to be OK. I always remember that you once said, You would always take care of me, time has proven That your words have been anything but true. Yes, I am saddened, and a little blue but this is not the first. I know there will be many more days that I will feel this way. Once again, you have failed me. I have said too much already. Out of fear, afraid that despite your desertion, I would one day Be committed, pledge to you. How could I do that? You left me! You chose to disappear, not care about me, to be with others. To live as if you never knew me. Yet, I respect your choice. Not that I am happy about it because I am not, these are simply the facts! Now I am left here to document my journey as, though, this is the only thing I’ve got. Visit ruthspoetry.rahtimes.com/ for more on t...

I have had three breast biopsies within a year. So far the last two has been negative, and that gave me a tremendous amount of reassurance. Today was my six months follow up, and I had an idea of how things would go. First, I had a mammogram, followed by the news of my needing an ultrasound, told to me, by a technician that appeared reluctant to deliver the message. It did not phase me any and even as the radiologist tried to tell me that this mass was different from the others. I argued with her that this too was of no significance just like the others but agreed to the biopsy. The doctors seemed way more adamant than they typically had been in the past. I tried my best for it not to upset me. I remained calm through the entire procedure, but became upset after I left the hospital. I knew that the doctors were only doing their jobs and that they were only expressing their concerns. So that was not what caused me to become upset. As I drove to my next stop, I thought about all ...

Dance with me, Dance with me my elegant prince. Perhaps what Giselle and Don Quixote, lacked Our love and dance will eloquently protray. A tale that will be passed on for all generation, some day. For tomorrow’s lovers to enjoy and gaze on in awe. Not only for the love of the dance, but to possess, The kind of love that worth capturing. The joy that it gives And the excitement of the anticipation that the dance brings. Dance with me my handsome prince, for it is for the warmth; The touch of your comforting arms that the angel sings, Would willingly cling. Dance with me, my dashing prince. It is of you and only you that the poet eloquently wrote, Pondered and stopped to consider the wonder of life, love That caused her feet to stop as her pounding heart, skipped a beat. For it was certainly not for the hurried but for the desire, finally to meet. Not even the challenges or tragedy of life could defeat me, if I got to dance Cheek to cheek with him, my true princ...

The Lord’s purpose, in what I call the first appearance, was to die a sacrificial death. Which person would have voluntarily obeyed and did what was expected of him, if he could have gotten out of doing that? The circumstances at that time inhibited him from walking away. If I have given the impression that I would not walk away from my current situation, that is an illusion. I am truly proficient at walking away from circumstances that are less than desirable. I believe that I am presently teaching my daughters to stay and try to handle a trying situation that I would probably advise them, to get the hell out of. For all the reasons, I maybe doing this, that is what trouble me the most. Currently my husband is being supportive of me. I feel that the only reason he is now, concerning dealing with our troubled child, is that he finally realized that, I was telling him the truth. When it comes to that child, I am extremely discouraged and intensely concerned about my safety because no ...

Unconditional love and acceptance in my opinion is the greatest gift that one life can bestow on another. In my experience from living in this country and abroad and traveling and interacting with different people from all walks of life, I found that it is a lot easier for the less fortunate to love unconditionally. This is one of the reasons; I enjoyed volunteering my time to help with missions. I especially appreciate the way; I have been received in the past. I have friends and family that I interact with here, yet whatever it was that I experienced when interacting with those, I served was a lot different. Perhaps it was because their love was all they have to give, so they willingly gave it. Or it could also be that they knew that I expected nothing in return. I think it ironic that I am more comfortable in the company of the neediest of human beings than those that are wealthy, or of similar economic status as myself. When people have a lot of possession, I believe it becomes a...