I’m climbing a mountain,
my whole life a spur to the top.
At the moment it feels slow going
I’m afraid to slowdown and stop.
Looking back I see many detours,
mistaken when faith grew weak.
When the way seemed easier,
or so I thought, until the
trail led me back to seek,
the true path to the crown,
to the summit, where every
breath is now thin and frail.
Reaching the pinnacle of life’s
desire, to achieve flight, not to
plummet and thereby fail.
Posted in About Life..., Achievements, Choice, Growth, Identity, Interpretation, Realisation, Self Knowledge, Soul Searching, Thoughts, Transformation
Tagged Achievements, Choice, Growth, Identity, Interpretation, Knowledge, Learning, Life, Life Changes, self knowledge, Soul Searching
Don’t you worry little one,
don’t fret so, have you
never felt my glow?
I’ve kept you safe
from harms way,
kept dark nightmares at bay,
held you tight so you can rest,
so, goodnight little one,
oh so blessed…
Posted in Appreciation, Earth, Identity, Lullaby, Poem, Skies, The World, Universe
Tagged Appreciation, Earth, Identity, Lullaby, Poem, Skies, The World, Universe
touch the ceiling
but I can touch my toes
I can bend from the waist
cross eyed at my nose
I can’t run a mile but I can jog a few steps
I’m not fat
I’m not thin
I’m just normal
but… what’s best?
Posted in Acceptance, Achievements, Balance, Ideas, Identity, Normality, Poem, Pondering, Self Knowledge
Tagged Acceptance, Ideas, Identity, Normality, Poem
There’s a Beck I used to play in when I was a child
with my brother and sister, we three ran wild
splashing, laughing and shrieking in play
I remember that Beck to this day.
We never felt in any danger,
we never felt any threat
each day we would
Halcyon days, recalled with a smile,
I want to go back there, just to paddle for a while….
LadyP © 2011
Posted in Change, Childhood, Identity, Love of Life, Musings, Play, Poem
Tagged Change, Childhood, Identity, Play, Poem
I polish my halo daily.
It still refuses to shine,
I acquired it second hand
from an old friend of mine.
He swore it was truly genuine
’twould regain it’s golden lustre
should I be pure in word and deed
not just prove handy with a duster…..