Rah Times

Every new day is like the opening of a new flower. A chance to reshape, emerge as a new beauty. To embrace all that was placed to sculpt me, into me. From the laughing innocent child I once was. To the adult who sorrow transformed. All was to give new sight Even, the sky, sunshine differently. Mountains that stood before me. No longer appears as obstacles. But more like training ground, Placed to enhancing the beauty That, at times, is trapped deep with me. To reveal a unique side of me, Where the tears that flows Are for joy not to defeat. As I view the world differently. I anticipate ever new glorious day. See a budding flower in a whole new way.

Surrounded by all that delights. Produce beauty, pleasant reflection. The sound of laughter, welcoming arms Comfort, tender strokes, rest not tiredness. A voice filled with reassuring words Those that soothes, genuinely uplifts. What could then over take or hinder? With love, support, honesty, genuine belief? What could consume or bother? Who would not be content and calm? If they were free and not imprisoned, Constantly falling into another dilemma. Held tenderly by a considerate person's arms. I’ve seen plenty in this life to recognize care. Genuine love, a liar’s charm, an honest petition. I long to walk alone, to be assured, that while I advance In life, in age, my acquaintance, friends, spouse, Would sincerely love, be on a similar path as me. Do not want to carry any memory of scars or hurt. Desire to bare myself of all that denied and did not embrace. Wish to be at peace wherever I maybe, alone or with another.

I wrestled with a sea of emotions. At times they are soothing waves Splashing gently but consistently. Producing a massage like effect. Then like a ruthless storm, at times, They batter all within reach. Bring both enemy and friends to their knees. During moment of calm, I survey consequence. The vegetation that encircled. Appears barren like a desert land. Maroon by my own doings, I lament. How could I have inflicted those that I loved? How could they have pierced me?

It is of the City, he writes and speaks. It is of the city for the angel he did not intend to keep. The City he destroyed, but resurrected time and time again. The angel, he rejects and inflicts throughout her existence. The City kept its name, removed hers and every trace of her. The city he restored, the angel made desolate and hopeless. The city he loved, not so for the angel, for her he hated. Lashing out and humiliating her for he intended to rid himself of her. The whore he chose, he adorned and loved her score more. Gave her a home all that the world offered and so much more. Pledge his love and vowed to her, as daily he stands along side her. For the angel remains in the ruins he tossed her in from the beginning. As most of the world now stand by the King and sing alleluia. Who knew, cares, wants anything more than to use and banish her.

It’s hard loving another. After feeling completed by him. It's hard getting another. After loving only him. My boyfriend, my heart beats and aches for him. As he walked away, my heart ached. It grieved, felt hurt, destroyed. For I was so in love with him My boy friend, my heart beats and aches for him. It’s hard giving up on him. It is not me, but my heart, That refuses to turn away from him. It beats and aches for only him. My boyfriend, my heart beats and aches for him. It hard, for my love started and was all for him. My boyfriend, my heart beats and aches for him.

It’s me; it’s me, that’s reaching out. For I longed to know you. Am he, am he that went to see. Saw all you were dealing with. I wanted to help and assist you. It’s me; it’s me that’s calling out to you. I saw your agony and it distressed me. Am he, am he that will return to you. Although, I failed to intervene. I will not allow another to harm you. It’s me; it’s me that saw your beauty. The reason I was so attracted to you. Am he, am he that was in awe of it. Me who desire to love and protect you. As I sincerely always wish I had.

A new day, another opportunity To accomplish, do things differently. What yesterday did not bring about. Today is another chance. I’ve learned new things, keep trying, reaching. Gives hope when yesterday’s behind me. Equip me with new ideas and knowledge. Every new day, tomorrows carries chances. Those that might have disappointed or failed me, Can reside along with all other missed prospects. For tomorrow might be kinder, gentler. Love and give to me all that yesterdays didn’t.