A Scary Poem

 

It’s with silent trepidation,

I climb slowly to the top.

Warning creeks behind me,

will my heart just stop.

The turning of my stomach,

I’m feeling every churn.

A cold hand on my shoulder,

is tempting me to turn.

Now my hands upon the latch,

as if it’s in suspension.

A heaviness across my brow,

displays all this tension.

I cannot press my finger down,

to open up the lock.

Beyond the door there’s terror,

I cannot take a shock.

I close my eyes and turn again,

just in case their there.

And very gently step down now,

feeling for the stair.

My hand is upon the bannister,

my heart went on before.

When I hear a gentle creaking,

the opening of the door.

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Daily Prompt – Churn

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Weather

The rain is playing an awful dirge,

it’s as if it senses my mood.

I’ve told it enough to sling it’s hook,

not caring if I sound rude.

The winters gone on far too long,

grey skies and pouring rain.

It needs it’s marching orders now,

as it’s really become a pain.

So who I pray is friends with the sun,

can you call a favour or two.

Do tell her that she’s welcome to stay,

if she really does listen to you.

Tell her that we find her so radiant,

that’s truly said from the heart.

And ask her to bring blue skies along,

tomorrow would be a good start.

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lizalizaskysaregrey©2018

 

 

Inefficient…

I’m certainly inefficient today,

ineffective and quite sad.

I rose from my bed feeling poorly,

it’s left me feeling mad.

I’d so much planned for today,

things I put on the shelf.

Saving them up as I often do,

for a time I’m all by myself.

I’m certainly inefficient today,

it’s a day that’s lost in time.

A waste of the daylight hours,

my god just look at the time.

I’ll write a list for tomorrow,

all that I need to get done.

As until I conquer my inefficiency,

I won’t have time to have fun!!

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lizalizaskysaregrey©2018

Calling

I thought my calling was changing,

but it’s still very much the same.

My passion remains in traumas field,

as I’m driven to help with pain.

By believing I needed to move away,

trauma called back once more.

I’m now taking a different approach,

with much more learning in store.

Why am I called back to this trauma,

a connection to what I can’t see.

Though in honesty if I’m truthful here,

in helping others I’m helping me.

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Legend

Today I was born a legend,

I’m right back in the game.

Yesterday I was traumatised,

really not sure of my name.

A renewed legend I am now,

I believe I’m here to stay.

I have the power of positivity,

and it just can’t go away.

A true legend I was always,

I just lost me for a while.

But I’m staying, I’ve recovered,

you can see it in my smile 😊

~

lizalizaskysaregrey©️2017

 

I accidentally blogged this on my other blog restingintheheart.com oops, not quite the legend after all maybe. So sorry if you follow both, a legendary mistake!

Liza 🙂

 

Glorious 

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It could have been a glorious day, 

the weather man said it could be.

A mild and sunny September day, 

was so what I hoped I would see.

It could have been an Indian summer, 

it’s what the papers bragged about.

But I’m picking up my big umbrella, 

when I ever need to venture out.

It could have rained this morning, 

but it waited until I opened the door.

It should have been a glorious day, 

I can’t take this rain anymore.

But come later in the evening, 

the sun popped his head from the sky.

It brought me a little light relief, 

with a glorious and gentle goodbye.

The swans swam out to bask in it, 

leaving the family on the bank.

I suppose for that special moment, 

it’s the universe I’m needing to thank.


~

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Daily Prompt – glorious 

The Sting

I just know that I’ve been bitten,

but it’s weird it doesn’t sting.

It does not come from an insect,

but it has got under my skin.

I’ve been bitten by inspiration,

now itching to move ahead.

I’m able to look more clearly

on things I used to dread.

I’m inspired to move forward,

blurred vision is clearing up.

I see myself fulfilled at last,

I sup from the happiness cup.

The bite was right and timely,

as it woke me from my sleep.

From a nest of the imagined,

that, I do not want to keep.

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