A crown I shall smite

Stumbling blindly through this maze of emotions
Tears continuously flowing like rivers to the oceans
Caused by a spectrum of love, sadness, and painful sentiments
Running down from my eyes, which are weathered by all these elements

A ball of fire in my stomach, burning flames in my heart
My mind finding a way through trying to keep each apart
Blinded by fear from the past and the future to come
Heartache and abuse, physically, mentally and then some

Without seeing an image staring down in this mirror
Trying to steer through the fog to get the picture clearer
Eventually, I will find my way through, overcome all pitfalls
No longer to be kept hidden and imprisoned within these walls

Yearning for freedom, yearning for a clean throat of a breath
Tomorrow will I sentence my burdens to a certain death
Led by the strongest force, deep from within
I shall victor and nothing shall be as it has been

A fortitude covering a rainbow of genuine love and light
Which I always believed in will be the weapon I chose to fight
A belief in myself, my truth and source of ingenuity
The goodness deep within, my heartbeat, my purity

It’s growing and strengthening inside of me, I will bring my demons down
With blood and tears of these battles, I shall smite my own crown
My crown of victory, which I shall honor and treasure with pride
A crown that will be the final witness of the triumphing of my inner stride

D.S 7:48 PM 10/22/2016

Today I want to say thank you for being there for me.
Today I want to say thank you because you didn’t had to be

Today I want to say thank you for everything you do
Today I want to say thank you because i never asked you to

Oorlog,

‘t is koud en donker om ons heen,
het geluid van een harde knal gaat ons door merg en been.
Dan horen we allemaal stemmen,
veel gegil en geren, de paniek is niet te remmen.
Dan word er hard op het luik boven ons hoofd geklopt.
Iedereen zwijgt, houd z’n adem in tot het gebons stopt.
In het midden van de ruimte steekt iemand een kaars aan.
Hoelang zullen we met deze angst in deze kou nog door moeten gaan.
Een vrouw begint te huilen, haar man en haar kinderen leven niet meer.
Zomaar doodgeschoten, in koele bloede, door een man met een geweer.
Alleen maar omdat ze even buiten liepen,
en de kinders om hun moeder riepen.
Ach hoeveel levens gaat het nog kosten, hoelang gaat het nog duren,
kan er dan niemand ons een heel klein beetje vrede sturen?

Geschreven naar aanleiding van de golf oorlog door D.S. op 2 januari 1993

War,

Surrounded by cold and darkness
The sound of a loud noise goes right through us
A lot of voices all around,
Footsteps, screaming, such a frightning sound,
A knock on the hatch above our heads,
nobody speaks, hardly breaths, filled with dreads.
Someone lights a candle in the middle of the room,
How long we have to live with this fear, cold and doom?
A woman cries, her husband and children are dead.
Killed by a man with a gun, they where no threat
They just walked outside,
surching for there mother, who lost them out of sight
How much longer wil it last, how many lives will it take?
Can’t someone send us some peace for our sake?

Written on january 2 1993, during the Gulf war

Today I like to show you a poem that’s very dear to me. Unlike most poems on my blogsite, I did not wrote this one myself. I wanted to share it with you but not without the original author’s permission. So I went on a search for the original authors email address or other means of contacting her. That was not too hard. Off course I already had her name and the title of the poem. A few minutes after entering the information in Google I had found what I needed. Laryalee’s email address.

Then I wrote her a letter by email explaining that I wanted to publish her poem on my blog and why her poem was so dear to me. At the time that I had found her poem I was living with my daughter in a shelter for abused females. Not the most easy situation and I found a lot of comfort, strength and courage in her poem aside of that, I simply love lavender. I printed it and pinned it on the note board it in our room. This was years ago and my life has changed much since then, as you can read on my blog, but I always kept the poem close.

I was somewhat worried that she may not even read my email because the information I had found was a little bit outdated. Nonetheless a week later I received a heartwarming  reply from Laryalee. She was moved by the letter I had written her and  was please that I had let her know what the poem meant to me. I was lucky.. The email address I had found was indeed outdated but faith let her receive my letter anyway.  She told me she had started to write in a time of depression after her husband had died. Writing poetry helped her deal with it and I can completely relate to that. She gave me permission to publish her poem and any others if I wished to, here on my blog and share it with my readers. So here it is… Lavender Moments.

Lavender Moments

Lavender moments roll down through the greyness
that sometimes hangs heavily over our heads;
if we can just catch one and breathe in its essence,
our thoughts will go swinging on lavender threads.

Lavender moments are clear with a focus
that shows us the rush of this journey we’re on;
we suddenly see the importance of pausing
to savor the sunlight before it has gone.

Lavender moments are fresh with awareness
of all that is precious — the waking-up smile
of a loved one, the warm validations of friendship,
the markers we leave at the end of each mile.

They’re filled with an “ah”, like a soft-feathered murmur
that layers a hush on our workaday lives.
Our burdens feel lighter, our faith becomes stronger
whenever a lavender moment arrives.

© Laryalee Fraser

The original poem is located here on her own website where you can find many more of her poems and writings. Please do pay her site a visit if you love reading poetry. I am glad I could share this poem that meant so much to me, with all of you and maybe someday someone will read it on my blog and can find just as much comfort in it as I did. Thank you Laryalee, for writing this wonderful heartwarming poem and giving me the chance to share it with my readers.

My sweet loving friend,

I have a lot of words with you to share,
words of love and words of care,
You are not alone, I am here..

But I don’t want you to see signals that I not have send,
I tell you this cause you are my friend,
and I don’t want you to get hurt at the end.

Between us there there can be no thing called romance.
Because I don’t want to loose by any chance,
the friendship we have in advance..

The friendship that allows us to have fun without getting mad,
the friendship that comfort us when one of us is sad,
and to share secrets that you maybe never knew you had.

You are cute and so much fun to be around,
you understand my words without hearing how they sound,
but, I can not give you more than the friend in me that you already found.

Yes its true I love and care for you since the day we meet,
Though this is the closest to you I can get
cause I do not wish you to misunderstand the words I have said.

D.S. June 11th 2001 6:50 PM