Mother, Friend.

When I sit in caverns deep,

In darkness knit by life’s defeats,

As disappointment wears me thin,

I look above and light streams in.

 

You lift me up from puddles vast,

Remind me from whom I was cast,

With wisdom and commitment true,

You build me up and push me through.

 

With earnestness, your ears do hear,

Your shoulders broad, they bear my fear,

You do not judge or reprimand,

Your sole desire, to lend your hand.

 

And when I’m reaching for the sky,

You embolden, lift me high.

My ally and great devotee,

You spread my wings, then set me free.

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Feeling.

Aching.
For a past with a different future.
Hoping.
For decisions that come easily.
Striving.
For balance and harmony.
Wanting.
An unrealistic result.
Pining.
For understanding without judgment.
Realizing.
Apologies come too late.
Contenting.
Regrets serve no one.
Living.
With a desire to acquire wisdom.
Considering.
The opportunity in pain.
Appreciating.
The many joys and pleasures.
Imagining.
The panoramic potential.