Author: lizaaitken

Mother, daughter, sister, cat owner/slave. Thoughtful about life and trying to make it worthwhile.

Climbing from Confusion

lizaaitken

I’m climbing from confusion,

I’m letting go of any dread.

Life is becoming clear to me,

I’m starting to feel instead.

I crossed over the mountains,

ones I never thought I could.

I’m onto greener pastures now,

left the darkness of the woods.

I’m climbing higher every day,

though I sometimes take a rest.

Look away from doubts I had,

I suppose they were the test.

Now I climb to reach the stars,

as I know they are very near.

And when I hold one in my hand,

I will no longer need to fear.

~

Daily Prompt – Climbing

On Your Way

lizaaitken

I know your weak it’s clear to see, 

you’d rather bury your head.

But I’d respect you so much more, 

if you spoke to me instead.

I believe in those that are honest, 

not in those who make up lies.

I really need to let go of this now, 

cut at those well worn ties.

I wish you well as you go on your way,

as you’re no good for me now.

But I send love and hope behind you,

well I’m trying hard anyhow.

~ 

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Friendships 

lizaaitken

Friends come in and others move on, 

not all of them last the day.

But that’s quite right it’s transient, 

only those few will stay.

Friendship is more what we put out, 

we get back what we give.

For those that cannot give as much, 

will find a new place to live.

Friendship is also a two way street, 

a sort of byway if you like.

The traffic passes up and down, 

feeding in when it’s right.

Friendships best when it’s equal, 

although at different times.

When we put our trust in another, 

it’s like they are held in mind.

But when it’s take and no return, 

it won’t ever last for long.

Friendship needs nourishment too,

to feel that it really belongs.

And so my friends I thank you now, 

for staying by my side.

For the others that went on their way, 

Please do enjoy the ride.

~ 

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Packing Up

lizaaitken

I’m surrounded by possessions, 

some of these say who I am.

I’m trying to cut them down a bit, 

but I’m not sure if I can.

These things all have their stories, 

they tell me who I was.

They speak of other owners too, 

that’s such a big because.

Some bits are just like memories, 

they bring a picture back.

The chair my mother later sat in, 

if that went I would crack.

The books that line the bookcase, 

not all of them are mine.

But the owners of these books, 

are now with the divine.

That they scanned those pages, 

while they were here awhile.

As I run my hand along the page,

it always makes me smile.

The china from my childhood, 

which I ate from when sick.

Remind me of that love I felt, 

which got me better quick.

All these things are talking now,

reminding me of days.

Memories of the hills I’ve climbed,

and those that went away.

So possessions are just pointless,

and what’s important is inside.

But these memories are so precious,

they’re so much more than tried.

My mother shared a rule with me,

to keep beautiful things around.

The trouble is I followed her word,

it’s a treasure trove I’ve found.

Now the time has come for me to move,

I now need to pack it away.

But packing up these things that talk,

is like packing my life away!

~

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Nature Lessons 226

lizaaitken

There are patterns that run throughout our lives, patterns that repeat themselves time and time again, sometimes even after we have learnt the lessons they bring. Patterns are unavoidable, they are splashed across the world and can be seen throughout nature. There is quite simply a pattern to life and our existence is entwined within it.

~ Liza

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Cranky

lizaaitken

I’m a little more than cranky lately,

which only goes to show.

I’m getting near to breaking point,

although nobody knows.

It’s the stupid things I’m doing now,

that might be a subtle clue.

But you don’t notice me falling apart,

because you’re cranky too.

Life is presenting me many obstacles,

that I’m trying hard to sort.

There’s tiny traps everywhere I go,

and I don’t want to get caught.

Crankiness is my only escape now,

as it covers up all my fears.

It’s easier being cranky you see,

than ending up in tears. 

~

Daily Prompt – Cranky

Measure of You

lizaaitken

I’m not sure that I could measure,

how much you mean to me.

To try to would be quite incredible,

and truly far too much to see.

It’s wider than all my experience,

it’s much longer than the road.

It’s taller than the greatest tale,

and it won’t open with a code.

The measure of you is impossible,

and just too much for me to say.

As you still keeping on growing,

so much greater every day. 

If you’d measure me against you,

you’ll see that I’m quite small.

There’s not really any comparison,

I wouldn’t be seen at all. 

~

Daily Prompt – Measure

Thought I’d posted this yesterday. I’m in the process of packing to move home and not got my wits about me!