Missed You

I have neglected me dear blog and I suppose some price is to be paid because of it. In the meantime, that poetry bug bit me a while ago and I daresay I have somethings to air. Hideously title-less, what I'll refer to as 'Tress' is about, trees, or growth, moving day perhaps; you're free to interpret freely.

The other one is rather self explanatory I think. Just me musings, hope ya'll enjoy


Trees fly by my window
taking a moment to pause
-like slow motion footage.

The sounds that night
makes against tire
treads become their
melody.
Added to the wind song
and the branches
seem to dance.

Trees run by me and I
turn back to
catch them going,
Soaring, swiftly
shrinking into nothing
as I'm carried further

from home.

I'm supposed to be glad.
I have seen a semblance of light at the end of what has been a dim squalor filled tunnel. The light, though it seems to brighten- it also seems to get further away.
Like I'm a fish in a pond and some freckle faced nine year old is dangling worms just out of my reach.
Just off to the side-bordering on my peripheral vision is a goal I just cannot help but meet.
If God has gotten me this far, who am I to judge?...and still, knowing that I shouldn't- I do.

-I went to church this morning and had to add this, @ around 2pm-


When you're young, preschool, kingergarten etc, there's this fire. A burning, bubbling passion behind your eyes that makes you think you can fly.

Somewhere in our growth, other peoples' opinions and impending adulthood shakes our happy from us. Scares us into doubting ourselves and thinking that just maybe, we cannot fly or our ideas just aren't good enough.
We decide we are more than slightly irritated with ourselves and have grown accustomed to our smiles.

Remember when you thought you were too special, invincible, just plain awesome, pretty much all that and a bag of chips.

When you were happily yourself and in love with your smile? I, we, need to get back to that. Unconditionally loving ourselves.

-God loves us, who are we to say he's wrong?


--I realize this may not apply to everyone, but if it applies to anyone reading, well, then maybe there was a reason I just had to write this during my churchs' Christmas Eve's eve service.