On the plane ride to New York I finally finished a new poem. It's funny with me and poetry.....I LOVE to write. I'll write 4-5 poems in a month sometimes. And then? I'll literally go several years without writing another one. But they really do sell well for me and I wish the 'urge' would hit me more often. I guess it all goes back to my ADD!
It still needs some tweaking but here goes....
GETTING THERE
On days like these when doubt creeps in
And You just keep losing where You expected to win
The rain seems to pour when You're needing the sun
You could use some company but find there's no one.
There's a storm all around and Your drenched with tears
The mirror keeps reminding you've put on a few years.
Each step forward is met with 2 steps back
And that storm keeps whispering all the qualities You lack.
When The Thunders rolls on all you hear is the roar
But the heartache can show what's been overlooked before.
Pain can remind us who we are and what we've got.
To hold up our heads and give it another shot.
Life is such a lovely song but when the rhythms out of time,
It's easy to think you're alone and the world is unkind.
But we're all together on this vehicle called earth
And we all have a story, a purpose and a worth.
The storm takes your confidence and tries to knock you down.
And you feel so lost when you want to be found.
Just unclench your fists and let others take hold.
Let the fire of God's love chase away all the cold.
Giving ups a tough choice and can really pull you in
But you have to wage a war with it time and time again.
And at times You'll lose the battle but I know You'll be okay.
One foot in front of the other.'. Just take it day by day..
Everyday we get one step closer to getting there.
I also decided to start making my own backgrounds for the poems. I'm assuming the scrapbook paper I've been using is copyright and now that I'm making copies for greeting cards....well.....better to be safe than sued. Trying my hand at 'designer' is challenging but fun. It's very freeing to just paint without a subject. Just colors and shapes. Back to the basics!
I also spent the day with Molly and her class visiting an assisted living home. I had to add this lovely photo of Molly helping an elderly friend with a craft. She makes my heart melt. She really does have that special something that you just can't teach. God gave her the gift of love and mercy. I wish I were more like her.
And now it is officially past my bedtime. Nighty night. Glad to be back on track and blogging again!
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!
Beautiful poem, kris. I am so proud of you. Mom
ReplyDeleteI love the poem, Kris. I am so very proud of you! Love you, Mom.
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