Life without my best friend is minimal at best.
He's almost like a type of glue,
When I look at him, he seems to hold my everything together.
Our life together has been shaken by the normal transitions of life.
Graduation, to name one, has been placed in the center,
Our relationship has been left behind.
I am jealous of graduation.
It is what he is striving for, what he needs.
For this brief moment in time, I am not. I hate it.
I wish this time would hurry up and pass
So that our love can take the wheel again
And this ceaseless fighting might end.
I will admit, there were problems before the transition.
This turbulence has been in the making,
But the transition brought everything in our faces.
Now with it staring back at us,
How will we react? How might this change relations forever?
I am both excited and terrified to find out.
Cause like I said...
Life without my best friend is minimal at best.
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Friday, January 20, 2012
My Box of Dreams
Before today, my dreams were placed in a box
It was strapped down with chains and discarded
Some years later, I went to my attic in my head to make sense of my life
There, I found an unfamiliar box.
The box looked like it had been abandoned for years
It was bouncing around; for whatever was inside was trying to escape.
I undid the lock and pulled apart the chains,
And reluctantly, I opened the box.
Whatever was inside burst out with a bang!
I fell backwards.
There was music, laughter, photographs of my long sought future
My box of dreams.
I soared through the air,
I climbed a mountain,
I got married,
I was an established photographer.
My box of dreams took me around the world
I saw Egypt, Australia, France, and New Zealand
I saw countries at peace
And I saw neighbors helping each other
My box showed me my own life
I saw my photography studio
I saw the birth of my children
I saw my grandchildren and I playing in a field
I saw myself and my husband on rocking chairs on our front porch, both of us old
I reflected after the new awakening of my dreams
I realized for too long I had let others dictate my dreams
I had let others tell me to soar too low and not reach for more
I had let people close to me shoot me down
Not anymore.
I am ready to take a leap of faith
And fulfill my dreams,
Every last one of them.
It was strapped down with chains and discarded
Some years later, I went to my attic in my head to make sense of my life
There, I found an unfamiliar box.
The box looked like it had been abandoned for years
It was bouncing around; for whatever was inside was trying to escape.
I undid the lock and pulled apart the chains,
And reluctantly, I opened the box.
Whatever was inside burst out with a bang!
I fell backwards.
There was music, laughter, photographs of my long sought future
My box of dreams.
I soared through the air,
I climbed a mountain,
I got married,
I was an established photographer.
My box of dreams took me around the world
I saw Egypt, Australia, France, and New Zealand
I saw countries at peace
And I saw neighbors helping each other
My box showed me my own life
I saw my photography studio
I saw the birth of my children
I saw my grandchildren and I playing in a field
I saw myself and my husband on rocking chairs on our front porch, both of us old
I reflected after the new awakening of my dreams
I realized for too long I had let others dictate my dreams
I had let others tell me to soar too low and not reach for more
I had let people close to me shoot me down
Not anymore.
I am ready to take a leap of faith
And fulfill my dreams,
Every last one of them.
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