Thursday, June 11, 2009

Sheebah is my name

"I'd rather be loved for someone I am, than someone I'm not." - Unknown

Marriages and relationships are hard work. They require the rest of that energy you save for a rainy day. It's funny because most people say you should marry your friend. The friend that knows everything about you...the friend that understands the things you do...but why? Once that title changes from friend to boyfriend to husband...situations change. (in most cases) You are no longer to talk about the guy you think is hot, how u helped ur friend see someone else, and spill all your deep dark secrets.

Am I saying that you shouldnt be friends with the person you're in a relationship with? No. What I'm saying is you operate on a different level of friendship. It's a given that every every couple has their "divorce" days...wishing, just for that day, that person didn't exist.... But then you kiss, make up and life goes on.

Now that I've said that...here's today's post.

My soul dwells in a never ending abyss.
I motivated and desired to make sure that my life does not cease to exist.
Throughout my life I was surrounded by trials,
Some I allowed to stay around,
While others I threw into the fire.
The inferno,
My own personal hell.
Harboring bitter memories I remember so well.
Sometimes it’s like a dream,
I just can’t wake up from,
I cry,
I write,
I pre occupy myself,
But I still can’t overcome.
There are moments when I sit outside,
Bonding with the breeze.
Letting my mind wonder over my life,
Wanting to believe.
That one day, I’ll meet someone I can pour my heart out to.
Someone who will hold me,
Wipe my tears,
Relate to what I’m going through….
With every beat of my heart,
With every bat of my lash,
I release myself into
A slow,
Rhythmic
Dance,
Of my soul
Consoling my ego,
That is tired
Yet
Not wanting to give up
But the journey is so long
and difficult
Until,
I
Replace each memory
As a scientist would replace its control
With something different.
I
Want
To
Be
Free
To be able to grow old
With wisdom
And knowledge
Not just ordinary smarts
But a wisdom that mothers have
As they protect their young
Wisdom
That fathers have
Giving advice to their sons….
Wisdom
That comes from prayer
And knowledge
From the God above
Wisdom that exists
When you add time, consideration and love….
But until that day comes,
I faithfully remain,
A bonded lady untamed…
Shining my light everywhere I go….
And Sheebah is my name.

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