I’ll keep a little box of hope in my heart
So that maybe we can share a life together again.
But hope is just that… it’s not certain or definite.
It’s just a thing we do to keep on moving.
Keep on moving, that I must.
A little bird told me, one I trust.
You were my little bird for many a year but in that time hope was lost to fear.
The sparkle in those eyes I loved so dear, lost its glimmer when I was near.
Nothing is just as we wish, your hair, your smile, those lips to kiss.
You are yours. You are not mine. A truth I knew but lost in time.
We got lost in time… our souls entwined.
So complicated to unravel.
How far must I travel
To feel whole again?
So to you my beautiful friend,
Go be free and spread your wings.
Know that you will always be the one for me
And that the hope in my heart waits patiently.
I know in my soul we are birds of a feather.
Someday maybe we’ll land on the same branch
And decide to build a new nest together.
Although the hurt I feel is real
I know now it’s not for you to heal.
That is my task, to rise to the challenge.
Letting go of the past, the pain, the strife
The romance I need is my dance with life.
Life is just too short to waste. Nobody knows when it will be taken away so better to live without regret, better to try your best than not, better to blindly believe in the good instead of accepting that it’s all bad, better to know and like yourself rather than a version created solely out of fear that you were never (and won’t ever be) good enough, better to live each day as if it were indeed your last without fear, without anger, without hate, without chaos, frustration or confusion….
New year’s resolutions 2015:
1. Be myself and let others see Me
2. Let go of all learned negative thoughts, behaviours, habits, words and deeds for they don’t belong to me
3. Live in the present
4. Feel the joy of gentleness and contentment
in every moment
5. Smile with my eyes and heart
6. Share the positive Truth
7. Laugh and play everyday
There once was a town high up in the mountains and in it lived a thousand people. The people were decent, hard-working folk who lived entirely by the clock, ever watchful and mindful of what they should be doing at certain hours of the day in accordance with the town’s strict customs. One of these prescribed that children, teenagers and even young adults were to be seen and heard at all times. This was to safeguard against them venturing up the treacherous peaks surrounding Lost Canyon, which was strictly prohibited because everyone who had done so vanished when they reached the other side, never to be seen or heard from again.
Lost Canyon terrified the locals. Mothers, fathers and grandparents in particular were constantly filled with dread, and each had their own negative expectations and wild imaginings of what terrors might await their children, who were very curious to know the truth about it all.
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