Leap of Faith

Lately, all I want to do is write as the words
roll around in my brain..
Like a spider I spin webs with my words…
The more that I write the more I wanna say…
Figures… I love to talk anyway…

Learning to relax and just let life flow
I’ll let you know how that one goes…
Your in my thoughts
Your in my dreams
I wonder what all this means…

I leave all my fears behind me
and roll into the light, because one day darn it,
I’m going to get it right..
I will meet my match.
You see, because my heart is open.
My fears are gone all I have to do is
pick the right one…

A Leap of Faith I must take because if not, that would
be a big mistake..
Someone to share my life with who totally
gets me who understands
that I am a one-of-a-kind.  There’s nobody like me.
I’m an original, that’s for sure
the one that sees that is the one for me.

In Memory of Laura Hershey

Inspired today by a woman I didn’t know…

Laura, a poet and disability activist…
she never let her disability get in the way of that..

Her disability profound and some people might think…

What kind of life could Laura make…

Read about Laura Hershey and you will see…
Laura is what we all aspire to be..

Click Here!

David Dear Friend

A note to say I miss your smile the sweetness of your face..
memory of childhood days your death could not erase..

You showed the world your courage and faced the great unknown with no loved one beside you… you did it all alone…

Watching you grow weaker as days and years passed by
made my heart so heavy,make me ask god why.,,
I guess there is a reason for taking one so dear heaven needs an angel, please keep him safe and near.

Note: I wrote this poem at the age of 19 when David passed away due to Duchenne muscular dystrophy.
We were best friends, this poem has been published.

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Broken

The little pigtail girl with the broken legs.. That was me…

Braces, Crutches & Therapy…

Braces so heavy you couldn’t lift your legs…

I walked so slow slugs would stop and laugh…

Crutches so slippery. I’d end up on the floor.. Laughing usually…

Therapy that’s a different story it never helped me..

Tons of surgeries I felt like a Guinea pig…

Being a teen was hard being boy crazy and all…

Boys liked me until they saw me walk…

That was the end of that…

I’ve made up for lost time…

Trust and believe…

As a woman I am strong in spirit and filled with life…

Gone are the braces -crutches therapy and yes surgeries…

Now I’m left with pain & misery from everything that had been done…

Sometimes I wonder if it had been worth it as I look at my scars..

They remind me of the life I have lived and who I am now…

I wouldn’t want to be anyone else scars and all…

I’m the same little girl with the broken legs…

Only now I see everything happens for a reason…

I’m supposed to be this way….

Wheeling through life teaching little girls like me..

That they can be and do anything all you have to do is believe…

Pain & Blessings *Poetry*

Unrelenting, burning, stabbing pain washes over me like a fire storm
Slowly moving over my body making it hard to see all the blessings before me
Each day I struggle to find new reasons why I should spend another day in this body that betrays me

Some days it’s music or my muse…
It never fails; I always seem to find blessings to make every day worth getting up for.

I draw strength from those that came before me. Women I respect and admire who are all artists like me. All with challenges that stand with me on this ever-changing life we lead.

When I think about my blessings, I am what I’ve always wanted to be.
An artist like my mother and grandfather, you see…

It’s my gift my survival my identity.
It brings me joy and for a moment, I am free from this pain that consumes me with very painting, writing or poem brings a heighten awareness of what a wonderfully complicated life I lead.

Faded Memories *Poetry*

 

 You once were the strongest man I ever knew…

You took care of us no matter what you had to do…

Three jobs… Working at night …

Whatever it took to make sure we were alright…
Now your memories are slipping away…

I still can’t believe this is happening to you…

Faded memories of me and u…
Sometimes for a second I see a moment of recognition…

I love you Dad, I hope you knew …

I would have done anything for you…
Lived in fear of a day that you would no longer remember me,

hovered over me like a nightmare. I could hardly bear it…

The sadness surrounded my days and crept into my dreams…

Every day you faded away right before my eyes…
You left before I could even say good-bye…

I will remember all the things you taught me…

I’ll share everything I know…

All the while keeping your memory alive and well…