Heart Shaped Cloud by tokyoboy courtesy of http://www.freedigitalphotos.net
The once fervent grasp
beseeching
searching
has loosened.
Wilted by the sun
drained of vigour
diminished.
The focus turns to self
diffused of anger
infused with peace
bemused at the past.
The predatory pain quashed
leaving my heart free
and my dreams alive.
© mypastmademe.com 2014
Serenity by dan/FreeDigitalPhotos.net
I thought I had come so far and learned so much … but I have begun to realise that I actually know hardly anything and still have such a long way to go.
There is the journey of life – with its ups and downs, daily pitfalls, and hopefully joyous moments in abundance – and there is another journey taking place within me: one of understanding and acceptance, the path to finding peace and serenity, forgiving myself and being more forgiving and encouraging of others. There is much work to do. I need to find the right key for each door, and in the meantime rid myself of this anger and transform it into love. There is no place in my life for anger any more … no rhyme or reason, and no excuse.
I was not born with anger and I don’t want it to live within me any more.
© www.mypastmademe.com 2011
It’s been an emotional week and I have been far from calm, hence this posting and a couple of others … a flurry of activity from pen and mind 🙂
He comes with the darkness
when the vapours of calm
are sucked away
and I am left in a vacuum
of nothing
He storms within me
a tsunami of rage
that I have to fight to quell
The waves are borne of anger, hurt, confusion
and they froth at my mouth
pick at my soul
I don’t understand
why these things happen
but I don’t question,
I don’t regret,
I don’t pity
For I am blessed
I am loved
I am whole
© www.mypastmademe.com 2011
The sun sticks to each leaf
as I sit here
the pen having difficulty
along this page
The trees waving at me
as I try to smile
The bark is grey and good
My bite is vicious
© www.mypastmademe.com 2011
Wonderland by Evgeni Dinev/FreeDigitalPhotos.net
The clouds are touching the ground
and I am swallowing the fog
The mist tangling in my hair
empty words stuck in my throat
Arms flailing, hands scratching
There are more helpless people in the world than me
but my sympathies are crushed
And the anger grows
fuelled by unfulfilled wants
watching others with bitterness
as they pretend to suffer
I don’t ask for much
yet I feel greedy
I’ve been here before
but I can’t remember the road home
Where’s the outstretched hand to save me?
Before I am engulfed
by those clouds that touch the ground
© www.mypastmademe.com 2011
