Freelance Author, Sunday School Teacher, Amateur Photographer, born and raised in the Sierra Nevada Foothills, California side...
Freelance Author, Sunday School Teacher, Amateur Photographer, born and raised in the Sierra Nevada Foothills, California side...
I am but
A puzzle
Jagged edges
Missing pieces
Of a picture
That doesn't
Always fit.
I am a melody
With music
Being added
To everyday.
I am a song
That's not
Always sung
In the perfect key.
I am but
A puzzle
A thousand pieces
That don't always
Fit
In a
Perfect
Way
Sometimes we
Have to
Force the
Pieces
To fit,
Much like
Life itself.
I am but
A puzzle
One of many
In this life
...
You carried
With you
Shiny promises
Of who you were
Who
You would be
Beautiful promises
That didn’t tell
The full story.
Your words
Echoed gentle
At first
Pretty promises
Shimmered to perfection.
But words are only
As strong
As the person
Speaking them
My heart echoes
No Stone left unturned,
No promise left
Intact.
The promises you
Had polished so neatly
Shined to perfection
You threw ...
Words of hate
Belittled humiliated
Hatred seeps through
Every pore
His love had
Been a masquerade
A game played never
Real
Never again
Would his words
Shatter a broken ego.
A fist
A bruise
A dream shattered
Happily ever after
Ended in pain.
Never again
Would she fall
For false truths
Empty lies.
He used his
Words his perceived
Power
To break her
Down
Destroy her worth
Never again
Wo...
The idea of you
Polished to a shine
Placed on a mantel
Ready to show off
Love
But was it really
Or something else.
I had this
Vision
Painted to perfection
A vision of love
Written in the skies
But people make mistakes
And sometimes the fantasy
The shined to perfection
Dream is weak.
Love,
This perfect
Idea of you
And I
Not so perfect
But we painted it on
Paper
Black ink
On white paper...
Can you
Keep a secret?
The bruises told
Me I could not
Words spoken but
Not spoken.
Hand shaped bruises
That spoke of pain.
Cowering in our
Garage
Hiding from the pain
The hands that hurt her.
Her story is not
Mine
Thank God
But I knew
Even as a girl
When she asked
“Can you keep
A secret?”
I had to say
“Not this one.”
The pain in her
Eyes, the stories
Told but not told
A reminder that ...
She had this
Way magic
In a kiss
Love spelled
With sweet lips.
She made him
Feel that love was
Real
Romance in the
Air .
She wrapped her
Arms
Around his
Heart
Whispered sweet
Nothings in his ear.
He told her
Love was more
Than a myth
A broken dream
It was written in
The stars
He saw in her
Eyes
And that’s
Why he still
Believed in love.
Copyright Michelle R Kidwell
August.03....
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There’s something
Magical
About childhood
Days
The moments
Captured
In old Polaroid
Photos
And dreams
Written in
Youth.
There’s Something
Magical
About youth
The feeling of
Freedom
Of Hope.
Tomorrow holds
The promise
Of all
You can
Be.
There’s something
Mysterious about
Youth
Moments frozen
In time
Captured
In journal pages
And
Old Photos
Of long ago
Days.
There’s something
Beautif...
Find me down
A garden path
Where beauty
And nature meet
Where God’s bounty
And grace meet.
Find me down
The garden path
Where the fragrance
Of flower and fruit
Fill the air.
Where serenity
And grace
Meet us there.
Find me down
The garden path
Where I can gather
In a beautiful
Place
Of solitude
And prayer.
Find me down
The garden path
Where beauty
And grace meet
In a beautiful place
O...