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I am not only a mother of four distinctly variable and wonderful adult children but also three interesting step-children as well. I have four incredible grandsons and two beautiful bi-racial grand-daughters who I would loved to see more. My life experiences that coexist with deep seeded chronic depression and uncontrolled internal pain have caused me to reflect, ponder, wallow, and root out my own methods for Mental Health, Spiritual Awakening, and Revelation. You as a reader may be able to relate to my experiences or think I am a freak. Who knows? You may even become a mentor to me and others. The opportunities are endless.

Sunday, February 20, 2022

What Remains

 So I dust off my makeup and see what remains...

I wake up and stumble to the bathroom mirror. 

I'm afraid that I don't know that woman anymore.

Who are those azure blue eyes looking curiously back at me today?


So I brush off and dust off the old version of myself.

I hear the beating of the drums. 

It's a new day, a new sound.

A new life to be found.


I head out to desert where the cactus is your friend.

The sand and wind scorch across your face,

Leaving you bare and raw is what remains.


And when I wake up and stumble to the mirror...

I'm afraid I don't know that woman anymore.

Who's are those azure blue eyes staring curiously back at me?


So I head out to the highest mountain tops. 

I cry out to the wolves and moonlight!

Please give me guidance and direction for the lost woman that I've become.


I've lost true North.

My direction needs some salvaging.

So I head out to the Oceanside 

And listen to what the water maidens whisper to me.


The crisp ocean waves break and fall all over me.

A baptism by Earth's own biology.

As if she say she is acknowledging me.

I see you now.


I wake up and stumble to the mirror and I wonder...

Do I recognize that Woman anymore?

Who's are those azure blue eyes looking curiously looking back at me?


She's not as lost now.

She's feeling safe now.

She's feeling whole again some how...


She dust of her makeup and saw what remains.


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