Deborah Horton Writing

Progress is sometimes slow

one step in a million moments

it can seem unending work without results

enjoying the journey along the way

can seem like wasting time

progress is many times unseen

like invisible ticks of a second hand on a watch

the seconds still pass

but may go unnoticed in their smallness

yet progress remains

not in enhancing what is

but advancing towards

what will be

Into every life a little rain must fall

days where the sun never shines

you can be drowned by it

or dance in the puddles

but the rain will fall

all the same

Usually unseen and quiet

shown in actions not words

in the still quiet of failure

in the darkness of loss

in the pain of heartbreak

in the waiting to get up again

people never see

what it takes to start over

each step a small victory

tomorrow is another day unspoken

Looking back gains nothing

what is past is done

stagnation only holds you in place

there is nothing that remains

one direction is all that exists

plane of existence

rooted in the present

but looking ever forward

Steps can be great and small

but both move you forward

some days it can seem that you barely move

the steps appear to last forever

agonizing and painful with little results

but even they move you forward

other days there are giant steps

meeting huge goals

and you feel on top of the world

moving forward

for we must keep adding them up

the sum total building a life

Without struggle there is no progress

fight to succeed

to learn

to grow

to win

struggle becomes necessary

in work

in love

in life

struggle becomes needed

for happiness

for fulfillment

for progress

struggle becomes real

Beautiful just the way you are

don’t see yourself through another’s eyes

look inside your heart and soul

and find the beauty within

being yourself makes you beautiful

knowing yourself makes you beautiful

trusting yourself makes you beautiful

makeup clothes jewelry are just decorations

but they are not the true you

that is only found inside

and by those who wish to seek it

Listen and silent are spelled with the same letters

To do one you must be the other

in the still small moments you can learn much

about others about yourself about life

be quiet and concentrate your hearing

close your eyes and focus only on the sounds

shut down your thoughts just let the noises pass over you

through you inside of you let them linger

let them speak to you what are they saying

with everyone today let them speak

listen be silent and know them

meet them truly

if you let someone speak long enough

they reveal everything about themselves

without even knowing

be silent and listen

to understand

We think we have time to waste

that there will always be more of it somewhere

but time is a funny thing

it seems infinite but in reality

so limited

each moment that passes

disappears like vapors

seen in a blink then gone

forever