She hath wings
Learning to soar above life's storms
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Category: poetry
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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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You are more than the tiny box they put you in- More than the insults that crippled your soul- You chose to stay- you chose to repair, But those pieces weaken when repeatedly glued. Your life now a mosaic of “has been” and “might have been”- Dearly treasured and Deeply painful- Mixed media- an unfinished piece;…
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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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Three years of waiting- The day is finally here! Taking off and flying north To see those we hold dear. Children beyond excited; Their very first plane flight- Our gladness overflows – We will all sleep well tonight. © M. Patterson 28.2.23
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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 