Martas poems for Sunday, June 6, 2010

Her life she gave to others and forgot to become the woman that as a girl she dreamed she would be. Days passed fast and busy, leaving her heart numb. and like the waves that run their course in the sea looking, searching for the shore that will give them what they seek, she followed her path routinely, raising children, always giving forgetting to take the time she needed for dreaming. First there were little babies, wet, hungry and cute, the house, the dog, the husband, all needed her so,... Sign in to see full entry.

W hat dreams may come on nights when we await the sun, so tired, so awake, remembering smiles, recalling mistakes, when memories we thought had long been gone return to haunt and make us pay for the arrogance of thinking we could put them away. What dreams may come when on a lonely bed we lay and we close our eyes reluctant to admit we are scared, knowing we are powerless, but still afraid to pray, realizing we are nothing and yet feeling we are there, pons of destiny, without a will, without a... Sign in to see full entry.