The Darkness Lingers

The darkness lingers still .

I write and I am chastised.

I speak my mind

I am chastised for what I say.

I don’t understand yet I understand parts of it.

I can’t understand it all yet I want to with all my heart.

I ponder about that a very long time.

This is hard, so hard.

My heart breaks, my mind yearns for answers

my soul searches for peace.

What happened to the simple times?

I just want to love and to be loved.

I just want to understand,

but I will forever be in the darkness.

Another Bit of Poetry

There are some days I am in a poetry kind of mood and somedays I just don’t really have it in me.  I wanted to share another one of my poems with you that I wrote about the feelings you have when you hold your newborn baby in your arms.  I can’t remember what prompted me to write this one, but I guess having the Boy who is newly nine as of last Wednesday made me feel like sharing this.  It’s another very short one and to the point. I promise!

wp-1461628521523.jpegEach birthday that my children have takes me back to those early days.  I reminisce about what they looked like and smelled like.  I have those certain special memories that I will always hold dear and close to my heart.  Those memories are mine alone.  No one can take those from me.  That fact makes them all the more special.

We all love our children and of course if you have more than one, like me, you have probably heard them ask, “who’s your favorite” or they make statements like, “I know you like him/her best.  Everyone knows that.”  If they only knew how much they were truly loved, they would never question our love again.  Each of my children is my favorite.  They each are very different and also very similar in many ways.  I love them each forever and always and I would do anything in the world to protect them.

If you would like to read my poem, please visit my poetry site at  http:/www.myblogoflife.com/child-of-my-heart/

love

 

Writing Poetry and Being a Nurse

I haven’t been writing much poetry lately, but in these wee hours of the night, I sometimes find myself doing just that.  I am a nurse by profession, yet I have never written one poem about being a nurse.  It’s scary sometimes to be a nurse even when you’re very experienced.  I know this because I’ve been in the field of nursing since I was 17 years old.  That was nearly 30 years ago.  Man, am I old! Please, you don’t have to be that quick to agree! Anyway, I digress.

Brooke-webTonight, I wrote a short poem about a nurse who is starting a new job.  In fact, it’s her first day on the job.  How scary, especially if you are a new nurse.  I still remember that feeling all these years later.  In fact, I have dreams sometimes that I’m working at one of my former jobs but I’m late or not where I should be.  It’s usually some variant on the same theme.  I don’t have them often, but they usually happen when I’m feeling anxious about something at work or most recently because I just started my new job.  I’m not a job hopper so I don’t change jobs frequently.  That would just freak me out! Once you know your job, it’s hard to make that leap of faith and learn new things again, I think.

This is the basis of my latest poem, simply titled, “The Nurse”. I’ve been asked, by Hubs, if I would want to go back to hospital nursing on the floor.  My answer to him was a resounding “NO”. I loved my time on the floor, but I’m not sure my back or my feet could handle that anymore.  I love the setting I’m in now.   If you would be interested in reading my poetry, please visit my blog at https://wordpress.com/post/myblogforlife.wordpress.com/2360. I encourage you to leave me some feedback on anything you read there.  I don’t get much traffic, in fact, I rarely get any traffic and even rarer still do I receive comments.   I look forward from hearing from you very  much! As for me, I’m finally going to sleep now.  Many blessings my friends.