I normally start my blog off with some witty line or some corn-ball jazz clever line for introduction, but for today’s blog post I thought I be joke-less because really there isn’t anything funny about “Cancer”. I was touched by many people’s stories of survival and how the process effected their lives that I am inspired and ready to share the fear or what I’m struggling with one year later.
Leaving you behind is not a easy thing to do. I unwillingly walk away from all that you once were. I unwillingly walk away from all that you’ll never be. This clock on the wall hangs frozen in time tells the story of your last goodbye.
Today I hit a brick wall. Ran smack face first into this wall. I took a step back to lick my wombs only to discover this wall stands 10 foot high so climbing over it is nearly impossible. Dynamic and dramatic as this situation is I can only appreciate the blinds that cover my eyes.
I seen her beautiful smile a thousand times over, in blue skies, in purple nights, in howling winds blows in scary delight. Her beautiful smile always standing watch like a lighthouse calling sailors home, protecting us from the upcoming storm. Her beautiful smile blocked all that is wrong with this scene. No shadows dance here only her beautiful light.
Life has a funny way of making things interesting. This past week I was chatting with one of my best friends about life and she made the comment that I have changed and it’s good to see that I’m happy. “Happy?” I replied? “Yes” she said “our conversations were at times dark and now it’s filled with hope for the future and confidence and happiness.”So many things has changed since the beginning of this year” she said and mentioned a concert I attended back in May. I got to thinking what is happiness? What does that mean? Can one be truly happy? this is the topic of today blog post.
Hello my Kings & Queens of social media, it’s been awhile since I written a full blown blog & today I am inspired. As I sit here listening to Selena’s “Como La Flor” trying vision what or should I say how I say what’s going on in my head. My co-workers crowned me the Queen of Metaphor to my surprise I’m like ok this is a honor I will enjoy so without further adieu today blog is about you got it my metaphor on life.
Dancing in the light seeing you for the first time it would seems but these eyes has seen many versions of you. My weary eyes grows tired now. Old and not what they use to be but I still can see you my love dancing in the light. The heaviness falls over these eyes I’m in a fight to keep them open struggling giving it all I can.
Looking through my rear view mirror what do these tired eyes see? Cars, trees, people speeding fast past me. The road ahead broken up concrete tell tales of the age that have seen many glories. This road zipping underneath my car the double yellow lines waving goodbye. I stare straight ahead realizing I’m looking into the future then I look back into the rear view mirror I see the past.
He appeared to be kind and compassionate. Finally seeing me as his equal, interested in only my occupational skills and not the physical. I accept the invitation to the promotion but little did I know this promotion will cost me.
Last night I went to sleep with all hopes and dreams filling my heart feeling so complete. I dreamt of an obtainable future, standing on my own paving a way in life a life I can be proud of.
“Doubt kills more dreams than failure ever will”