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08 Apr 2014 Leave a comment
in April 2014, poetry Tags: courage, feel, speak
It takes courage to speak
silence is easy
quiet is not hard to do
voices take work
speak faith
speak pain
speak help
speak torment
these are the hard things
silence faith
quiet pain
silence help
quiet torment
these are easy to do
It takes courage to speak
open your mind
expose your soul
feel something
Speak your courage
03 Apr 2014 Leave a comment
in April 2014, poetry Tags: emotions, help, life, reaching, surviving
Reaching out for a hand
to hold as we fall
hoping it will save
wishing, knowing not at all
What if the hand’s not there
how then do we survive
when we are all that’s left to hold
do we remain alive
Is there any way to tell
what tomorrow brings
will we awake
when the alarm bell rings
We keep reaching
looking to find hope
just tie a knot
at the end of your rope
02 Apr 2014 Leave a comment
in April 2014, poetry Tags: Atlanta Braves, baseball, Braves, MLB, optimistic
Day one filled with hope
no losses yet incurred
fresh beginnings at the start
last year’s season blurred
First pitch, first hit, first run
all brand new again
always optimistic
hoping for the win
Days go by as summer comes
win or lose still we hope
more losses than wins some weeks
and then we mope
Season end draws ever near
we hope the postseason to play
whatever comes for our team
optimistic we remain each day
01 Apr 2014 Leave a comment
in April 2014, poetry
To begin
start out fresh
anew, renew
reinvent
Forget yesterday
tomorrow too late
now, today
remake
Past mistakes
future is unknown
ready, set
remaster
Seek truth
found in yourself
believe, trust
re-imagine
10 Feb 2014 Leave a comment
in February 2014, poetry Tags: beauty, life, living, truth, ugly
Horribly beautiful
in all it’s glory
inspiration one moment
desperation the next
painted with
telling brush strokes
the truth never
quite revealed
horribly beautiful
this thing called life
31 Dec 2013 Leave a comment
in December 2013, poetry Tags: final, last, life, new
Last one
countdown begun
year’s final day
made its way
some here some gone
with friends or all alone
taking stock counting down
some smile some frown
looking forward glancing back
what you’ve got or what you lack
holding on or letting go
what you do or don’t know
precipices of future loom
live in joy or doom
choice is yours to make
steps you choose to take
come now this final day
then new dawn new way
30 Dec 2013 Leave a comment
in December 2013, poetry Tags: life
Mind full of chaos
life full of stress
pushing for the surface
always swimming
Searching for sleep
looking for peace
trying to catch a breath
always swimming
Sorting things out
picking and choosing
cutting through the waves
always swimming
Finding few answers
reaching ever forward
working just to stay afloat
always swimming
29 Dec 2013 Leave a comment
in December 2013, poetry Tags: chance, choice, life, risk
Everything’s a risk
nothing guaranteed
tomorrow is not promised
it’s all just chance
Fortune favors the bold
timidity hinders success
out on a limb
willing to take a risk
Nothing ventured nothing gained
hanging back leaves you behind
pack leaders never afraid
risk is at the front of the line
Tomorrow waits for no one
procrastination isn’t a risk
reach for the stars
and beyond
Life is worth the risk
28 Dec 2013 Leave a comment
in December 2013, poetry Tags: life, lost, time
Inexorably slowly continuously
tick
hands of time move always
even if you don’t hear
Creeping crawling moving
tick
never stopping ever
even if you don’t see
Speed haste fast
tick
seemingly quicker each second
even if you don’t feel
Quicker faster hastier
tick
seconds seems smaller
even if you don’t know
Another year almost gone
tick
365 days nearly spent
even if you don’t want
27 Dec 2013 Leave a comment
in December 2013, poetry Tags: emotions, life, stress
How easily each stress
becomes a mountain
pushed every higher
each passing day
can start small
a grain of sand
inevitably growing larger
we make it so
small hill larger hill
small mountain larger mountain
what we allow it to be
make it become
added to every day
few more feet tall
until all we are
is a dot in the shadows
Deborah Horton Writing 