She hath wings
Learning to soar above life's storms
Month: October 2019
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Just when I think the last tear has fallen, Another trickles down; It provokes a river, Running freely; All of the pain is released. Pictures flash across my mind – Hopes of running free Unentangled by life’s frustrations Pressing towards the prize. I leave the burden by the roadside ; Another sweeps it away. I…
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You called me beautiful; I wondered what you saw – Am I beautiful because you remember what I was, Or do you know what’s deep inside? I have known you for so many years And never once Did you speak harsh words Or make me feel small You’re a giant in my eyes – And…
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You lug the giant watering can, Helping the garden grow, Content to follow and help where you can – Running to and fro. Your sunny disposition is a blessing to me And I love your innocent ways – Whereever you go there’s a joyful song, And pleasant are the days. All too soon you will…
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Inbetween the craziness of having barely any time to call my own, I am posting a few old poems from my original blog, but I do also plan to do posts like this one, as well as sharing some favourite music and penning some more poetry. I haven’t had a lot of time to reflect,…
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Like pebbles falling through my pocket- A priceless collection lost, I progressed for a while along the path Forgetting what it cost. I didn’t realise that Your will Was that I should take with me Every single lesson learnt, Which had helped to set me free. Ashamed and broken, I bowed my head, Wondering if…
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Her fourteen year old smile Approved each detail tentatively. She anticipated each ride To that familiar place, Where sweat was a sweet thing – A sign that when the siren pierced the air, He might be there. He used to come more frequently And she wished she had noticed then; It was his absence that…
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I have enjoyed writing since I was in primary school. I first took a particular interest in poetry, penning rhyme and freeform verse as well as journalling in my teens and twenties. I enjoy being out in nature, singing, cooking and gardening, playing piano and small craft projects. In this season where I have a…
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I’m listening to love songs Remembering you Sweet love of my youth – Your smile won’t grow old Pillar of strength Gentle as a dove My happy drug For all seasons You’re living your life Apart from mine But once in a while You’re in my dreams I can picture you Standing there As if…
She hath wings 