May there always be work for your hands to do;
May your purse always hold a coin or two;
May the sun always shine on your windowpane;
May a rainbow be certain to follow each rain;
May the hand of a friend always be near you;
May God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you.
- thanks to CosmicWolf for this Irish Blessing poem
I have died everyday waiting for you
Darling don't be afraid I have loved you
For a thousand years
I love you for a thousand more
Time stands still
Beauty in all she is
I will be brave
I will not let anything take away
What's standing in front of me
Every hour has come to this
Tired from today at the hospital.
Tired from the past few day's online drama.
Tired of waiting for a perfect day when I can finally get done the things I need to take care of.
Tired of tolerating those that don't like me
Tired of hoping
Tired of praying
Tired of trying to figure out what's wrong.
Tired of living in fear.
my weary friend
the heartache calls
the laughter ends
What was once such fun and joy
now lays broken like a toy
Lots of freinds and silly times
Lots of hurts and angry rhymes
Makes one wonder what would be
If life was perfect as our dreams
A distant memory of past goodbyes.. of smiles long faded.. of spirits high
The longing in this quiet soul...for times again like those of old
When love and laughter rang so clear... the cherished things we held so dear
To capture what was somehow lost...to live again ..despite the cost
Now life is weak in these old bones... which carry burdens carved from stone
The soul is willing..