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

 

 

Dreaming

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When I see you in my dreams at night,

why do I just take that for granted.

In those dreams I find you within,

there’s always a message that’s planted.

And waking in the morning light,

symbols floating through my mind.

I try to go back into that slumber,

to that beauty that’s so hard to find.

Is it your love that create my dreams,

is this the way you talk to me now.

I’m bewildered by the concept,

that you live in my dreams somehow.

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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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lizalizaskysaregrey©2017

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Inheritance

You didn’t leave me much money at all,

but that never really worried me.

As you left me so many precious gifts,

but not all of these can you see.

I took from you understanding of life,

it’s still teaching me every day

Like knowing that after the sun sets,

it’s out of sight not gone away.

You left me with gentle kindness,

such a natural gift to leave

To know that kindness costs nothing,

it’s things we do that please

And I’m wearing you coat of empathy,

as you modelled it so well

I’m following closely in your footsteps,

touched as I was by your spell.

You left me many beautiful memories,

still bringing a smile to my face

Though I still think of you so often,

in my heart you’ve a special place.

One of the things that you taught me,

and it will always stay with me

If you save you’re money until your dead,

it’s the lowest form of charity.

So I wouldn’t really want an inheritance,

as I totally agree with you.

I believe in giving while I’m living, 

knowing you thought that too.

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lizalizaskysaregrey©2017