When do I designate it a distraction ?
I lose my way in the wilderness of my being
existence only in the shell of my world
I create walls of shattered thoughts
mortar that crumbles beneath my feet
Weary I crawl and claw my way
through brambles and thorns
leaving surface scars of my journey
Do I ever reach the thought I’m thinking?
Will it every become an expression?
My words are scrambled as I fight for clarity
puzzle pieces have been lost and dropped
Will the canvas ever be whole again?
My harbour is vanishing before my very eyes
the lights are dimming in the thick dense fog
I’m prepared to lose the battle
my body is tired and growing heavy
tired of the struggle to stay afloat
Oh let me sink beneath the surface
the life line threads are unraveling
I am at peace my soul knows the way
inner peace welcomes me,
cloaks me with warmth and assurance
my soul is safe I am freed from this demon
I made it my feet touch the golden streets!
Today the sun is shining, it is Sunday.
I miss my mom
longing for the days
of feeling the sense
everything is right
as she stands
hanging the laundry
on the clothesline
I MISS MY MOM
Today I feel the warmth of the sun
I miss my mom
Spring is in the air
I need my mom
to come back
from the dark of dementia
my heart aches for
her original smile
without the lurking
of a disease
I feel her anxiety
I MISS MY MOM
Tomorrow is Monday
Today I’m feeling selfish..
Today I felt the wind on my face
frosty air for the birth of June
Over rocky cliffs I choose my steps
keeping the white capped blue within my view
Devotion of love for such a dear friend
Led me to the tip of Cape Spear
I felt your presence and your angels
your heart I held it warmed my hand
I released your heart into the ocean
closed my eyes and said a prayer
May waves free the power of life
giving way to calm and confidence
May her heart find peace a path of tranquility
an amen to freedom finding and loving herself
From a distance
down the hall
a sense of joy?
her heart feeling
Rays of happiness
feed the daisies
garden of hope
with a visit
from a friend
Dedicated to my sister and her visit with mom today.
Raising awareness #pray for a #cure #dementia
The trench is deep
eroded by time through tears
every crook and curve
layered by fears
heart to stone
with each ache and hurt
feeling sadly alone
River of life
prediction just out of reach
relying on others
touch and grief
I walk the halls retracing steps
Distorted boards where feet once crept,
Where portraits of life once draped the walls
Bartered for dust to cushion their fall.
Sense of voice as once filled the air
In its place ghostly figures now congregate there,
Memories are haunting as time now stands still
Echoes of burden through the air send a chill.
As I slip through the pane broken glass of time
Without Looking back forgetting the crime,
Now once called for the soul is at rest
I break through the realm it’ s over the last test.