We Miss You

Despite my first year English professors greatest attempts to argue otherwise, I am not a poet. I admit that I may have dabbled a bit, however the inners workings of my mind are to say the least not that of an artistic nature. Today however, demureness aside, Im putting my not so creative works out there for all to see. With the anniversary of my first cousins death just passing and that of my favorite uncle as well as a dear friends fast approaching I thought this blogspot would be a perfect spot to remember them. I wrote this poem for their families.....

can I tell you how I feel

when I say his name?

can I tell you what its like

the dreams always the same

I close my eyes and take his

hand and everythings ok

as morning light comes shining

though, his hand it slips

away

If I could grant you just one wish

I wish that you could see

that even though your tears

are near, his soul has been

set free

can you tell me how you

feel when you say his name?

A smile is there, I know there is

our dreams are both the

same

May they rest in peace

Change but be yourself

"When I dare to be
powerful, to use my strength in the service
of my vision, then it becomes
less and less important whether I am
afraid".....Audre
Lorde

Recently I was presented with the question "would you change anything?". As my age increases and my future is a question mark, I must admit that the thought of erasing bad choices, embarrassing moments, and heartache is a little more then tempting, however im left to wonder, isn't it these things that make us who we are? for better or for worse?

I have lived a big part of my life in fear, tenacious to the core and unwilling to change. Recent events involving both priorities as well as a little heartache have opened my eyes! What scares me now is holding back and holding on. This is the first week of the rest of my life. Fear no longer consumes me with weakness, it is now my strength, my strength to succeed. Think about it, open YOUR eyes. Fear is not holding you back, you are.