"5:55am"

 In the morning, before the sun comes up, I sit in wonder. In awe of all the things my life is and has become. In the mindset to place my thoughts into the world. Interesting thoughts? No, introspective! In such a way, that I can't help but feel creative and inspired. Instead, I pause; I freeze; I over think and second guess. In words, my thoughts know no bounds, yet, I am bound by the words. In the morning, before the sun comes up, I sit and write.

Warrior

Heart
  aches

Breathing deep
   shallow

Wondering where it all began
  when will it end

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Shoot
  aim
 
My target misses a beat
  my heart

Stand tall
  proud

Who am I
  warrior

Delicate
  empath

I hear your soul
  see the color

Blocked
  broken

Nothing is beyond fixing
   warrior

Proud
  honest
Heart

Inspiration

I am inspired, people. By the very blog that I created (& you are reading). A year of daily writing was too much for this busy mom, but I miss my studies of poetry. I miss school, really. Yes, I was one of THOSE kids. I liked school & now miss it, especially my studies in literary forms (i.e. poetry). I guess that there is some short stories that needs my attention on my computer.

SO...

I vow to you now, my random sprinkling of regular readers (that would be you, Ron), there will be much more writing in the near future. At the very least, I will find my old notebook from the project & input the poetry that I physically wrote but never posted. :)

"A poem"

A

poem

is

a

statement

of

thoughts

and

emotions.

A

poem

is

a

song.

A

poem

is

beautiful.