Wednesday, November 17, 2010

A mother's mourning...

When a mother mourns her child, you can't tell from the sound of her cries whether she is a Muslim or a Christian, whether her child was gay or straight, whether her child was a good person or did bad things. When a mother mourns her child, what you can tell is she loved her baby, without condition. She had hopes, dreams and only wanted her child to be happy. Whatever the rest of the world might think about her child, when a mother mourns him or her, you know her pain...there is no pain like it.

dramatic

Perhaps I've worn out my welcome? I didn't think that could happen with a real friend. So, if I'm correct in this idea, what then does this make our friendship? Maybe I'm just assuming the worst, I do tend toward the dramatic. Yet, what's a girl to think when communication is ignored? The mind will fill in the gaps as they present themselves and the heart? This fragile heart will don an armor you won't soon penetrate.

don't (a different version)

I don't like that...
I don't appreciate it...
I don't deserve it.
So, if you choose to continue,
the next time you wanna step to me...
...don't.

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

choose

The best we can do-
all we can do is
the best we can do.
As I write, my heart aches...
my heart laughs...
my heart lives.
Life continues and a choice is presented-
to be present or not...
I choose to be present...
I choose to awaken...
I choose to laugh...
I choose to honor my loved ones...
All of them.
I choose to live
and ultimately,
with all my heart and soul,
I choose to love...
I CHOOSE TO LOVE...