The power of a hug,
the passion in a kiss,
the joy of laughter
a day filled with bliss.
Sometimes the darkness is unavoidable and the madness seems to restrain, that is when I glance into the heavens and allow my soul to runaway. High above the mountains, beyond the deepest sea, directly into your arms where winter becomes a day like spring. Warm like the sun rays beating down upon my face and as magical as a crocus whose bloom looks a little out of place. From thunder and lightening, to snowflakes falling to the ground, you are always there to comfort no matter what what storms can be found.
Stay strong, stand tall, weep no tears today,
for as cliche as it sounds " if there is a will,
there is a way"
Spinning around in circles lost and far away,
what direction do I go, do I run or do I stay?
The child in me is leery, the woman afraid,
but deep down in my soul I truly know the way.
The month of birthdays,
the memory full of lies,
and yet it holds opportunties,
if only we dare to try.
The road is over grown with brier,
and a little work we need, to cut
through the thicket, to see just
where it leads.