Inspired by a Stranger (who became my friend)

Inspired by a Stranger (who became my friend)

I found inspiration in someone’s thoughts

and felt compelled to read

and think... and write...

a stranger whose words

mesmerized me

with thoughts that were powerful

and wise

punctuated with deep emotion

and an honesty born

from living life

and experiencing

as much as one can of life

of tasting

as much as one can of life...

this stranger wrote with

a simple complexity

bare faced honesty

a richness of spirit

a wry good humor...

I went back time and again

to read the stranger’s words

hoping each time for a new post

but content to re-read

the already read over again...

like I once read McKuen

and Rinder in my youthful

woman days...

over and over...

I found myself quietly thrilled

when I found the stranger

had something new

to plunge my thoughts into...

deeper... and deeper...

the strangers’ words

touched me ... moved me...

fed my soul...

helped me see more clearly

and filled me with a desire

to experience life more....

sharonlee

15/01/2011 2:13 PM

Waking Up Dead

Waking Up Dead

it hurts

to lose someone

you love…

…there are many

forms of loss…

loss through indifference

and ignorance

…loss through

unrequited love…

loss of a parent…a child

…a life-long friend

a kindred spirit…

it’s all lost in the end…

the all-consuming grief

that washes over your soul

when you lose your lover

your heart’s beat

is like waking up dead

day after day…

some may think it easier

to avoid friendship

commitment…

…love….

but they’d be wrong…

everyone we love

will leave or die

…unless we die first

but to avoid

forming friendships

to deny love

on the principle

that it hurts to lose

…well that is just

living in emptiness

….living in a void of nothingness

not living at all…

…I’d rather have love

and wake up dead

day after day

when that love

is taken away

…then have no love

at all….

sharonlee©

19/3/2011 3:44 PM 

The World Sits Heavy on My Shoulders

The World Sits Heavy on My Shoulders

 

guitar man…play for me

sing my blues away

the world sits heavy on my shoulders

it’s been that sort of day…

I don’t want to burden you

with my troubles

I don’t want share this pain

just sing a song

of days long gone

until I can breathe again…

 

life’s not always gentle

sometimes the nightmare

is staying awake

for when sleep finally

takes a hold of me

my dreams I can create…

… delirium rules the sunlit hours

illusions merge like  a reminiscent mirage

that torments the peripheral of my vision

taunting voices probe my mind

 as if it is their mission

to unpick each frayed fibre of sanity

until I question my very heart

… then the convoluted cycle

rewinds back to the start…

 

guitar man…play for me

sing my blues away

the world sits heavy on my shoulders

it’s been that sort of day…

I don’t want to burden you

with my troubles

I don’t want share this pain

just sing a song

of days long gone

until I can breathe again…

sharonlee©

20/3/2011 10:01 PM

Between The Lines

Between The Lines

this is my face
aged before my spirit has aged
each line etched an echoing chasm
testimony to the tempest-tossed years
the rain-drop tears...the midnight fears
but still...it is my face...
somber eyes covertly betray
the lean years...mean years
abysmal nights and days
where the devils shadow danced
on stained and peeling walls leading me astray...
life-lines tell a story if one reads between the lines
no picket-fence happy endings will you find
that was not lifes plan or grand design
just lines that mark the struggle of the decades passing
in the end I never gave up...but I did stop asking...
this is my face...
aged before its time
touched with an enduringly faded grace
this face is mine;
sharonlee©