Hope

When your heart is drowning
And you sink low
To the depths of the unknown
You seek light
Sometimes
By the fate of something larger than your own existence
A nightlight shines
Brighter than a full moon in the arms of a starless night
And there is hope
Pulling you into her arms
Awakening your sleepy soul
Kissing your warm tears
You lift your head and your tired eyes open
To see the color of life
Awake
You stand
Brush the dust off your heavy heart
And you try to live again
You will make mistakes
You will take roads that lead you to the wrong places
You may even sink to the bottom again
There is always hope
And she will pick you up and cradle you
Hold you until you are ready to face your life once again
Her arms will lead you where you are supposed to be
Hope will always lead you back home

Thank you, Isabel Wolff

As I wipe my eyes and close the book, I am reminded why reading is so sacred to me.  Why I escape through the pages and get lost in the words.
I picked up A Vintage Affair and bought it solely for the yellow printed words on the front......"Read this if you're in need of a serious feel-good factor."-Daily Mail (U.K.)
Well, I was definitely in need of a feel-good factor.....so I bought it. 
The author painted a historical picture like no other.
Her poetic words describe vintage clothing and the fabrics came alive as I read each word and pictured each piece of clothing as though it were hanging right in front of me.
The emotions of human nature come across in her characters and exude warmth, sadness, and friendship within your heart.
The unforgettable history of the Holocaust is embedded in your heart forever as she touches the surface of the suffering administered through such times.
As I read through blurry vision and reach for my tissues, I cry tears of new and of old as her words reach parts of my heart that remind me of my own past. 
I don't know if this book will do the same for you....but it is sure to spark some awakening in your emotions.

Searching for Happiness

There is not a single day that passes that I don't search for happiness
In a fleeting moment
On the smile of a child
A wink from a stranger

I search the dingy corners of my busy life for a sign of sunshine
A cup of laughter
A moment of elation

When I recognize what brings me happiness
I am more successful

Making others happy
Smiling at a lovely child
Laughing with a friend
Eating a cupcake (no sprinkles, please)

I dance to the lyrics of my own music
His voice carries me away
Away from dingy corners
Away from unpleasant conversation

My hips sway
My eyes close
Laughter enters my belly
Fills my heart
Warms my soul
And the corners of my lips slowly turn up
Toward the heavens

My heaven
Where the birds sing
Butterflies dance
And there is no sadness
No hatred
No litter of broken hearts

And there is happiness
Served on a platter of cupcakes
And I take one and eat it
No guilt
No second thoughts

I eat it and I am happy.......

Today

Every day I look for inspiration
I yearn for knowledge
I seek freedom

I hold on to fine memories
and let go of pain and sorrow


I listen to the earth and I hear what she tells me
I respect the trees
Sing with the birds
Adore dancing butterflies

I wish upon stars nestled in the midnight sky
I make pictures out of clouds drifting across the blue horizon

I search for energy for my soul
Laughter for my heart
A smile for my lips

I listen for words
Close my eyes to the music
Dance to my song

I live for today
Tomorrow will be a new day
Yesterday is now a memory

Wanting

Alone
My hands reach out for something
Wanting
My mind is empty
Painfully longing to touch, to feel, to understand
I am drowning in a chaos that suffocates my existence
Forgotten
I am wanting
Pretend I am someone else
Forget that I am troubled
Understand my existence
Let me make mistakes
Lonely
The sun shines down on me
My tears
Salty on my lips
My mouth is wanting
Slowly
Methodically
I sway
I move
I wait
My wings unfold
I want to fly....want to breathe....I want to live

Fallen

Well, I've been writing now for about a month....and I have truly fallen down the rabbit hole once again.
I don't know what the hell I'm doing.
I'm usually a VERY organized person, and I'm all over the freakin place.
I can't seem to get a thought on paper.
I have a great idea...I write...and then it's gone!!!
What does this mean?
I know I was meant to do this.....but I never knew it would be this challenging to get it started.
I thought I would sit down and POOF....I wrote a masterpiece!!!
I can't focus.
I feel like a joke.
I'm having second thoughts.
On top of that, nobody wants to read my poetry.
I know, I know...poetry is not what it used to be.  I'm no Frost or Poe.
So what do I do now?
This is what I do....I create a plan. 
I need to write what I want to write and not worry about who is reading it.
Like right now....I know whoever is reading this probably could give a crap...but I'm still writing it!!!
I have to dive in, not wade, DIVE!
This is it...my chance to do what I was meant to do and I need to TAKE it!!!  Seize it!!  ENJOY it!!
I will fight for my place in writing, I will believe in my writing, and I will become a writer.
I am taking you with me on my journey.......hold my hand and I will strengthen with your support.
Dickinson wrote:

Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land, And on the strangest sea; Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me.