The Silence calms my mind,
Restores my strength,
Uplifts my soul,
And builds my confidence.
Preparing me to face
Life’s triumphs and battles
Behind my back
They laugh and taunt and tease,
They whisper cruelties,
Point fingers, and lay blame.
When they see me coming
But I know their grins turn to sneers
When I walk away.
Portraying an outward appearance of confidence,
Impenetrable wall of indifference.
I’ve done nothing
To deserve their mocking glances,
To warrant their blatant disregard.
Alone, tears well, eyes ache,
And I chastise myself for my stupidity,
For believing their words were the truth
And accepting their judgement of me.
Sticks and stones,
Simple lies told to keep tears at bay.
But the psyche holds on to words forever.
I smile at myself in the mirror
And whisper I love you.
My words and genuine reflection
Lift me up and quiet the hurt child within.
With shoulders back
And chin lifted I face the world,
Unafraid, indifferent, healed,
I am strong, resilient.
Sincere smiles greet and welcome,
Words of love and acceptance fill my ears
And no one whispers
Behind my back.
One heartbeat, one breath, one blink,
A fleeting moment like a blip on a screen,
Like a dot on a timeline.
An inkling, a distant memory, a fading dream,
A few photographs and an empty space in the heart
Are all that remain to prove your existence.
Time moves forward, life goes on, the world keeps spinning,
For all that remains, your memory will live on in
Every heartbeat, every breath, and every blink.
In loving memory Laura Helen Jackson Aug 6, 1995 – Dec 3, 1995
When I was a young mother
I thought how handy it would be
To split myself up into
Resourceful multiple me(s).
There’d be a me for my daughter
And a me for my son
And I certainly would not forget
The me for my hon.
A me for all the cooking and cleaning
A sort of domestic queen,
And a me to run to my part-time job
Or any job in between.
There’d be a me for my family,
The ones I grew up with
And a me to go out with my friends
To yak, and chat, and dish.
But when I lay my head down at night
The me(s) would all unite
And discuss the things we did that day,
What went wrong and what went right.
In the morning we’d divide again
And start the day anew
Spend our time and attention
On you and you and you.
And then of course the me for me
Because that’s important too.
As I have needs, desires, and wants
And things I’d like to do.
So when all the me(s) have done their job
And everyone is satisfied.
The me for me comes out to play
The I won’t be denied.
The Daily Post – Candid
Sometimes it’s just fun to play with a word.
I was frank
I was candid.
I wasn’t deceitful
Told the truth
I was candid.
Now you must deal
With what you’ve been handed.
The Daily Post – Brilliant
Rises in the east.
Learns from the beast.
Illuminate the night.
North Pole’s light,
Twinkles very bright.
Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt. EGG
Ode to the Egg
Oh the lovely Egg is so versatile
There is so much it can do.
Not only do they taste very good,
They help make vaccines for the flu.
They can be eaten in so many ways,
Scrambled, boiled, or fried.
Used in meringue and mayonnaise,
They can even be freeze dried.
Eggs can also be hollowed out
And dipped in colourful ink,
Decorated and hidden at Easter time,
Or made into a tasty egg nog drink.
But the egg is more than just a food,
An ingredient in cookie batches.
It’s also a home where life begins,
Where it grows, protected, until it hatches.
Easily it seems.
Pushing through his pain.
Escape his lips,
Sighs escape mine.
Somehow he’ll get through this.
It is easier to hate for our differences than to love.
It is easier to be lazy than to be productive.
It is easier to complain then to make a change.
It is easier to concede than to fight.
But nothing that is worth doing, nothing that gives you a sense of fulfillment, nothing that is good – is ever easy.
This morning’s news filled me with fear and then anger (fear breeds anger). In 2017, I should not have to feel this way – no one should have to feel this way.
I believe there is more good in this world than evil. I see it every day in the small things. I see it in the person who holds open the door for someone else. I see it in the “please”, “thank you”, “you’re welcome”, “and have a good day” from strangers. I choose to see it.
Every day I try to be a better person. Do I fail? Do I make mistakes? Heck yeah – that’s what makes me human. But I don’t give up on trying either. I choose to be my true-self, the person who is happiest when I am kind, when I am forgiving. That is my true-self.
We create our own reality and our choices are what creates that reality. We choose to love. We choose to hate. We choose to be happy or angry or sad. We choose to complain. We choose to wallow in self-pity. We choose to make a difference. We choose to work hard. We choose to enact change. We are not born with prejudices – it is learned. We can undo that learning if we choose.
No one is perfect. No one has all the right answers. No one is better than anyone else no matter your race, your religion, your beliefs. If the human race becomes extinct, we have only ourselves to blame. All of us.
It is up to every person to choose to find the good. Stop trying to change other people into what you believe is right, or good, or without sin. Change yourself to be more accepting, loving, kind, understanding and forgiving.
I believe this life is really only about one thing – Love.
© Sandra J. Jackson 2017 Expressions
One moment in time,
One life to live,
You’re my one and only,
To you my heart I give.
Two hearts beat as one,
We’re two of a kind.
Two heads are better than one,
On our love, we’re never of two minds.
To the four corners of the earth,
In your footsteps, I will go.
In seventh heaven and on cloud nine,
Our love continues to grow.
And when we’re behind the eight-ball,
Or an eight-hundred-pound gorilla blocks the way,
Together we’ll eighty-six them,
Together we will stay.
And at the eleventh hour,
When we are old and grey,
If my mind should wander,
And I seem a million miles away,
Remember we bat a thousand,
And our love was twenty-four seven.
We gave it the whole nine yards,
We were up to eleven.
And when we lie down and rest
In our eternal slumber,
May the power of our love show
That two can be strength in numbers.