She hath wings
Learning to soar above life's storms
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Category: Making Sense of the Journey
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Tonight as I sat on the end of my eldest son’s bed, pushing through comments like “stop wasting my life”, he finally snapped out of it and quizzed me on some Italian music terms. After impressing him with my memory recall, we came across a term that eluded me, yet sounded familiar. It means, “but…
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Staring into nothingness- A place familiar now; Tears cannot suffice; A heart of jagged shards. Months turn into years, Yet behind wooden doors, We wrestle with ugly feelings; The true story unfolds; Nana’s not coming today; Papa won’t call again- Baby won’t even know, The joy we had with them; Months then years of pain-…
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It’s hard to keep showing up My smile, glued to the shattered pieces; Like a mirror, never again, Will it ever be the same, And all the while, my eldest stony; Running me out of town, In his thoughts His words and actions; Every day a war zone- Never quite sure if he’s friend or…
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Have you ever spent an entire day, pining for decades gone by? Wondering if you were to dwell long enough, would those dear friends hear you sigh? Have you stepped back into highschool or taken a walk down twenties lane? Those ghosts are gone and living regrets heap pain upon the pain. He chose to…
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There were no options; peace unattainable- I was surrounded by layers of brick; Human ideas were not quite enough- No alternative for me to pick. Watching and waiting, I asked the hard questions, Pushed through each layer till I saw the light; I know in my heart some things are worth fighting for And it…
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I wondered if it was all over- Worried sick that you were leaving. I was wrong. Beautiful little beating heart- Perfectly forming limbs – You go from strength to strength. A surprise when I had only a tiny plan- Your life brings us great joy. We wait with gratitude… Dear little beating heart. © M.R.Patterson…
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I’m thinking of you now, Wondering about your name- Are you still here and breathing? So blessed the day you came! When will I see your face? Will I journey with you? Time marches on so fast; I wonder if you were true; An angel sent to me, When my days were dark and grey-…
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Tonight I tried to write a poem and all I could think of were the things I shouldn’t say. Sometimes it is in the process of writing from the heart that we realise how much pain we have stuffed down deep inside. Only when I wrote the unfiltered thoughts and discarded them could I find…
She hath wings 