Even Poets Hurt!

Once one of my very best friends asked, " Do you ever hurt inside?"  Pondering that question, I thought of this one particularly bad day when I was trying to be poetic and nothing seemed to work for me. And it went something like this.  Sitting and waiting, wonder if a thought would ever come, thinking of the past, wishing of the future, wondering what would I write about.  Nothing, what a waste of time.  Anger and dismay, flourished and overwhelmed my mind, and yet still nothing was there. Hatred overcame me as I begin to think of all the bad things that had happened in the past, of the loved ones I had lost, and even of the friends I had given up to death.  The most horrendous of  those thoughts that did final come, were those thoughts of my own mistakes, the ones that ended hurting someone I cared about or destroying something I had worked really hard on achieving; all because I could not think before I spoke. What a horrible feeling to have flashbacks of pain that we have no control over yet they are all caused from our own failures. So know when I think of others I think hey, we are human all of us and we all hurt from time to time.  I can only recall what my dad said to me. "Son, when your kicked down, battered and bruised, whether on the outside or the inside; remember your not alone, Cause God is always right there with you."

R. Prickett

 

The Withering of the Past

The withering of the past 
The growing of the new
Floundering in thoughts of the grayest moments
Counting the lives of those gone bye
Fear and pain alive, only to say goodbye

To considered it the moment when life comes true
Confronting the pains in our hearts 
Diligently seeking out the truth
Often when the pains surface and we hide away in the shadows
We fail to see the kindness and joy in the simplest of things in life
To all that really know you, they only see the things you are best known for
Those that see you only once or meet you on the street
Well they may see you for something that you are not.

When we look at the past, when we dream and gaze into the future
Where do others see you?
Do your fears and pains shine so bright? 
Does your hate and bitterness stir a fright?
If only one thing can be shown; live the moment of today
To grasp at kindness in a gaze 
Care enough for those about you to lay your hate and pain aside
Pass on the kindness of a smile and recall the joys of the lives you touch
Let the moment of today, and a chance for tomorrow 
Be the road of success you choose to climb

 
J. Rowdy D. Prickett