The Battle Within Rages
Will she win the fight
Her heart beats double staccato,
And she questions what it is she is contemplating,
Beginning to believe she’s finally lost her mind,
Taking on more than she can chew amid instigating.
**
As the sun sinks behind the horizon,
She lays her head at night filled with concern,
Self-doubt bottled within her head,
Wondering if she’s too old to ever learn.
**
And the next morning when the sun winks her rays,
She wakes to the ponderous of forever dread,
She questions her abilities, her very wisdom,
Deciding she’d be better off staying put instead.
**
But as the hours pass she finds her equilibrium,
Pastes on her smile and dresses for success,
So much to organise, no time for defeat,
Time is running through the hourglass, no less.
**
Her worries are pushed aside to be mourned at a later date,
Oh gosh, the sun is shining, the day perfection,
The birds encourage her with their tunes,
So she runs with her positive attitude, her “go girl, set your direction.”
**
Her bustle of life gets her started,
She packs, discards, gives away and tosses,
The days are counting down upon her nervous energy,
As she ignores the thought of upcoming losses.
**
Her heart races, she battles to breathe,
Her thoughts turn to the impossibilities,
She stops, catches her breath, scolds her thoughts,
Her decision has been made, set free of responsibilities.
**
She has no choice but to run with the show,
She’s come too far, there’s no turning back,
There’s a lot to learn, wisdom to grow,
And searching for the strength she fears a lack.
**
The future calls, in fact it heartily screams,
It yells her name even when she wishes for peace,
Her signature lies on the open road,
Waiting for her to shed her fear and open up to her release.
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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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She loved me. When I was small and my wee stayed to the paper. When I was rumpled skin and floppy big paws and big eyes looking up and waiting for her hands to find me, scooping me up and bringing me into her. And we were happy, so happy, so very, very happy. I was so happy to see her and danced my circles so she'd know how much I wanted nothing more than for her to hold me. I'd wrap, wiggle, wiggle and wrap my growing body with my bestest happy dance, slumping and kerplumping into her warm parts just like she liked me to. She was there and I was there, and we were there together, and it was perfect. Oh, how she loved me! We spent all our time together, playing inside, outside, up, down, going round and round. And she petted me and called me good girl when I made poops, and sometimes when I weed in her front yard or the neighbor's, and I was the best girl. For her, I really was! And she scratched me behind my ears, and it was heaven. I aowooo my joy! And she aowoooed hers too.
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Comments (4)
I have no doubt she'll be perfectly fine. She is a warrior, afterall.
Ah, if only were brave enough to take the first step. Loved your poem my kindred spirit!
Have no fear, my friend. There's still plenty of time for all the preparations you need to make. Just keep doing some each day & before you know it you'll be on your way.
Nicely written!