Dear Diary
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In a box of skittles you seem to find the colours of the rainbow Amongst the colours each one have that special taste – acquired and not Each piece have a sense of smell and aroma may it be sour or sweet Each one of us will then pick first a favourite then the next
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The year is ending – it has been a rollercoaster ride. So much has happened – many have come and gone I can not fathom – some questions left unanswered and some has. Remembering, some were filled with dismay – the fear of losing, the pain of loss and the feeling of surrender. Days became
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Feeling exhausted from the days that don’t seem to end From the beginning of work week there goes the endless task From when I start there is that hope for a good week From that moment there is that notion of counting hours and soon counting days. Reeling over the days as it slowly passes
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So many things I want to say Emotions in my heart wrapped together Thoughts in my head in line ready in time And words in my mouth formed in unison But there is no one here besides myself So here, I’m wishing. There are things I want to do Pieces of puzzles to put together
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I’m back to writing in ‘simplicity’…after weeks of nothingness…feels good to be back!
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We view life differently…we create our lives differently…we have our own battles…we find our own strength…through it all…we live!
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In my darkened room – I see a faint shadow lurking Its move is delicate yet there is that cunning step I shut my eyes so I may not see – my sight may be deceiving me I imagined a plot of terror – my thoughts beginning to scare me I can feel goosebumps –
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Life is tough…but life is still beautiful…however we see it.
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One day we shall meet…once more. This time it’s forever.
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I sat underneath the shades of trees – listening to its rhythm The stillness of the night looks empty – it feels so serene The blankness of the evening seem frightening and sombre The void is creeping up my spine – it summons my worries But as I gazed deeply into the clouds – the
Choices, Chances and Changes 