Poetry

Lost in his own world

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There once was a man
Who moved to the middle of nowhere
To feel safe and protected.
Trouble is, when danger came knocking
He was too far away for help to find him.
By the time help came he was already gone.

 


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Contents compiled: April 11 2017
Originally published: April 11 2017
Copyright © 2016 Inner Ramblings Boulevard


Poetry, Short Stories

Moment of clarity

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The truth is,
My insecurities caused me
to let people into my life
who were unhealthy for my wellbeing.

My young-adult, low self-esteem
clouded my judgment.
My needs, unmet as a child,
left a void I sought to fill relentlessly.

There was no love to be found
in any of the places I looked.
Thirty years of searching
makes the heart a little weary.

The candle of hope
dwindles with each passing decade.
The truth is,
My insecurities were by curse.

This was a tough lesson to learn.
I’ve always wondered
what I was doing wrong
but the answers never came.

I’ve grown significantly since then,
and I understand better
who I am and what I deserve.
I finally had a moment of clarity today.

 


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Image source: Google images
Contents compiled: March 29 2017
Originally published: March 30 2017
Copyright © 2016 Inner Ramblings Boulevard


Poetry, single parenting

Constantly toiling…

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Quote from “Shakespeare’s Sonnets” by William Shakespeare –

“Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear respose for limbs with travel tir’d;
But then begins a journey in my head
To work my mind, when body’s work’s expired: For then my thoughts—from far where I abide— Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,
And keep my drooping eyelids open wide, Looking on darkness which the blind do see: Save that my soul’s imaginary sight
Presents thy shadow to my sightless view, Which, like a jewel (hung in ghastly night, Makes black night beauteous, and her old face new.
Lo! thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind, For thee, and for myself, no quiet find.”

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Image source: Google images
Contents compiled: September 18 2016
Originally published: September 21 2016
Copyright © 2016 Moylom Enterprises


Poetry, Uncategorized

Overwhelmed…

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Tired woman equals emotional mom.
Tired woman equals angry mom.
Tired woman equals quiet mom.
Tired woman equals overwhelmed mom.

She won’t stop getting in trouble.
She won’t stop asking a million questions.
She won’t stop asking me for her things.
She won’t stop pushing my buttons.

Trying to keep order in all this chaos.
Trying to make decisions for three lives.
Trying to maintain my composure.
Trying to make sense of it all but can’t.

Hoping I’m doing the right thing.
Hoping this promise of a better future is real.
Hoping my plans are what God wants for me.
Hoping my fears will not consume me.

Perhaps she senses my fear.
Perhaps she doesn’t understand the chaos.
Perhaps she is trying to make sense of it too.
Perhaps she simply needs me to hold her.

We’ll be ok, she and I.
We’ll find a way to keep what we have left.
We’ll be ok all three of us.
We’ll find a way to save our little family.

 

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Image source: Google images
Contents written: September 15 2016
Originally published: September 15 2016
Copyright © 2016 Moylom Enterprises


Short Stories, Uncategorized

Self Confidence

Hello friends,

Don’t have the heart for speaking much today, so I’ll share the words of others in hopes they can convey just as well some of the thoughts floating around my noggin.

Hope you’ve all been well. Enjoy! 🌷

https://twitter.com/Brittanyfim/status/707899443471720448?s=09

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Thanks as always for stopping by, have a fabulous week! ☺

Hugs,
A.


Contents compiled: March 12 2016 | Originally published: March 13 2016  |  Copyright ©2016 Moylom Enterprises


Uncategorized

Conflict of Peace

I love this poem!
The line, “We are peacemakers” speaks to me at this moment as this is my rest day — my primary focus being peace and relaxation.

Had to share this with you too. Enjoy! 🌷

July 16 2016

One Woman's Quest

We are peacemakers,
declaring commitment;
celebrating life, diversity.

We stand at the water’s edge,
contemplate forever, pray for
serenity, believe in harmony.

Watch as past dalliances,
like old lovers, drift away,
become memories forgotten.

We are supporters, lift up
the down trodden, extend
hearts and hands in aid.

Rescuers, fearless vessels
surfing the ocean of tears
saving lives for the cause.

Withdrawal is preferential
to conflict, introspective
in our peace-loving stance.

We are hosts, expecting
hospitality, unprepared
for hostility, taken aback

Submission lost to fear;
partnering with revenge
spoon out poison, turn

the tables, defend sanctity,
reposition selves as victims
flee our former stance; attack.

Alarmists engage in paranoia,
see only turbulent skies at
the water’s edge, disbelieve

We must hold fast to ideals,
embrace humanity’s potential
be responders, not reactors

Recover our sanctity, reunite
in a vision of peace, remember
that celebration trumps strife.

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