The unpublished life of my book.
In sadness, I must not look.
Determination like a steamroller.
Shines within me so solar.
Bring the words to life I must!
Creativity cannot form into rust.
So soldier on I absolutely will.
My writing ambitions I will not kill.
Forward I will look.
To the published life of my book.
A heart that is broken
is still a heart.
A heart in pieces
needs the glue of love
and understanding to
put it back together.
A heart that is hurting
A heart that is lost
needs the compass of
compassion to lead the way.
Give it wings,
Send it away,
order it out!
Set it free,
Banish it from your brain.
Just let it go
Give it no more time and energy.
As it takes wings,
Fly to your happy place,
despite what anyone says.
As it takes wings,
give into the journey.
As it vanishes,
smile and turn your back…never look at it again!
For a dream unanswered.
A good thought unrealized.
The fleeting wisp of an idea.
Blowing by you in the night.
That whisper in your ear.
Go for it.
I can’t because…
Silence the inner critic.
Send it away!
The small step.
The move forward.
Even if it inches backward.
You trip and fall.
Move forward again.
Break the spirit of the inner critic.
Peer up over that hill.
To the dream reality.
Cades Cove, Great Smoky Mountains, Tennessee, USA
Go ahead, dare to take that less traveled road! Sure, it will have bumps, pot holes, and muddy spots. Of course, you will want to turn around and run for the other path. But, that road less traveled? It is as unique as you, and there is nothing wrong with that. So, dream that dream. Own that journey. Make that path your own.
Happy motivated Monday.
*With love to the great Robert Frost
Please stop being so delightful.
For I must be insightful.
The sparkle of the river
draws me ever nearer.
That long walk in the woods
takes me away from my writing goals but good.
Long days on which to outside dine.
But alas I need to write.
To keep my publishing dreams in site.
So summer you can keep it up.
But, I will continue to fill my scribe cup!
Our babies are gone.
Yes, they were ours, even though we didn’t know them.
The ones to carry on, taken from us.
Our future, our pride, and our joy.
Stolen from us in one horrible minute.
One chance, one decision of doom.
I cry tears for the families of these precious young ones.
I cry tears for a heart so lost that it could justify this act.
I am in pain for us all.
We must learn all there is to know of love.
A love to rise up and keep us going.
Yes, our babies are gone.
Will we honor their memory by doing better?
It’s the gift we can give them.
It’s the love we can show Manchester.