At first I dearly dreaded it.
I disliked nearly every little bit.
But someone placed a high expectation for me.
And I did not want to disappoint.
So I decided to just let it be.
As long as me don’t miss the point.
He was to be with me,
And I with him.
Uncertainty trailed behind the request,
And I was looking for any way out.
In it, I found none but that of the heartbreaking,
So I agreed and told him yes, without a doubt.
In the end though, I will not be the one a-faking.
Grace might come with age,
But I have seen some people who have reached the end of their cage,
And still lack the proper grace.
Maybe I am judging too harshly this race.
I enjoy seeing those with the friendliest of smiles,
They shine even in situations of the upmost vile.
They know what life asks of them,
They will grow and strive to the highest of stems.
Light green consumes my sight.
There are trees of various heights.
Beauty caresses the nature here,
And grace follows in heed behind the families of deer.
The windy atmosphere is exhilarating.
Just being here leaves me deliberating.
Thinking about wildlife;
Thinking about all forms of life.
Oklahoma, I write this poem to thee.
Don’t lose your beauty and please remember me.
It keeps you going when all else fails.
Even when you feel like everyone bails.
It’s comforting and soothing;
It’s there for you whenever you’re losing.
Sometimes you dig this hole for yourself and you realize that it’s too deep.
But faith encourages you to strive onward, and to make that leap.
When you feel like you have nowhere left to go,
Faith will have its door wide open, never saying no.
She’s dying a slow and painful death.
We all know how her life’s going to end but all we can say is “poor little Beth…”
I want stretch my hand out beyond across this abyss.
I want to do everything I can to bring her back some fragile form of bliss.
But she’s dying and I can’t pull her back.
She sees the light while I’m stuck in the unknown black.
I reach and I reach,
But her life is past the final breach.
Her breathing slows,
I’m taking this heavy blow.
When she crosses over she will be missed by many including me,
But I’ll know she’ll be in a better place,
A place where she will be forever happy and will live in a land that we can’t see.
A place where she will never face pain or be an abandoned case.
There are monsters under this bed.
They wait and wait to be further fed.
They want my spirit to fulfill their needs.
In the middle of the night they come to my pillow and drop nightmares into my head in the form of little black seeds.
This monsters do not scare me though.
I can see right through them because I