Drop below your writeup/poem

 October 06, 2016

Drop below your writeup/poem

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  1. Innocent soul
    Her mind was like a puzzle
    Every time which shuffle
    No one understood her
    Even she herself
    Her mind was full of fear
    Sounds of horror she hear
    In dreams, she wonders in dark forest
    And walks like a black maiden
    Just for one spark that of love
    Because the curse upon her
    She was mourning for her life
    That is surrounded by dark magic
    Only one hope that of little love
    Is keeping her alive
    Chained over she is waiting
    For the one to rescue her
    Because this world is full of darkness
    And nobody she could trust
    She suffered all her life
    Surrounded by people of dirty hands
    Who used her and pushed into the dark world
    she was a child aware of nothing
    not aware of what had happened to her
    that made her silent forever

  2. The Owl
    by Beth Christie Wilson

    There, sitting in the pine, obscured by needle growth,
    it waits and watches. Silhouetted against the moon
    it will fly on silent dark wing and swoop
    down upon the unassuming prey
    moving in the earthy growth below.

    Its talons will pierce worldly flesh
    and pick it from mortal bones.
    Time will stop upon the field,
    where life protests its demise,
    and fill the need of an ancient cycle,
    repeated without end.

    You, moon, whose eye is the impartial witness
    to billions of deaths. You, who became the quiet sentry,
    blink your eye and hold back your light
    from the thief of seconds,
    this harbinger of ends.

    There sitting in the pine, the terrifying beauty
    waits to stop time. The cycle unbroken
    repeats. So it waits,
    as it must, and we, its prey,
    move through the dark in our lives
    forgetting the ever present and
    watchful eyes in the pine.

  3. I’m looking for myself….

    I left my job a year ago. What brought it on was a difference of opinion but honestly I was a time bomb waiting to go off! It has taken me a long time to realize where all that anger was coming from. Perhaps the pressure of being the best at what I do, trying to prove that I made a difference, only the means were wrong. We often try to create legacies at the wrong places…. And perhaps in wrong ways! Not that wanting to be the best is a bad thing. But the essential question to ask oneself is, “Is this what I’m supposed to be the best at?” When I look back and join the dots, I realize that the challenges I’ve been facing were the not so subtle hints from the universe that I was probably going in the wrong direction. To add to this, what I thought to be self focus was actually an obsession with validation. A validation of the fact that I was good enough. One would then question, why the workplace? That’s because as unfortunate as this is, how well one does professionally is a measure of “success” and being a woman, one has to work doubly hard just to prove a point. It came to a stage where the universe or the supreme source of all this energy that makes us and binds us, said, “here’s a stubborn and rather obtuse child of mine. She doesn’t get the hint. She needs to be stonewalled!” It’s been a tough year, but I know now that being stonewalled was the only way I would’ve started to look for the right door and in the midst of this obscurity I would find myself. Sometimes, what we think is the worst thing to happen to us, is perhaps the best thing. I’m not there yet and still have plenty of anxious moments and sleepless nights but I do realize that this period in my life has come to make up for the time that I did not spend with myself all these years. Transformation is ironic – like a deep sweet pain!

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