A Rare Thing Indeed

It is a peaceful relief to find, they were exactly what she believed, wise, honest and kind.  This is a rare thing indeed, making hearts happy and very pleased.  

Today was heard a heartfelt song, while it made many points, some were wrong.  Living in a separate space, with no one to disappoint or hurt them sharing the place.

It would be months before the change, protection for loved ones slowly being arranged.  Protection for an other still very much in place, a weak moment safely passed by the other keeping space.  

To be willing to compromise her beliefs, meant her heart was further gone than she had believed.   So for now away from this she has to go, more grateful for the melodies than any writer will ever know.

I stay in a quiet, warm basement with a beautiful view in my eyes.  Warm wiggles from a couple of cute puppies, and no trees to block my view of the skies.

Here I find rest for my body and a place for my words to grow.  How long will I stay safely tucked away, I do not know.  Fascinated by what appears from the ink in my pen, anxious to write lest I never think of it again.

At the end of the day if people never saw my words, and the playlist was never heard, did I lose?   What if I was the only one enjoying my word's frames or would I be sad or excited about all the rhymes I gained.

I guess a little of both to be honest.  Oh no, there isn't a word, I like, that rhymes with honest.  LOL

Honestly.... ;)  

It doesn't matter, when the words returned, they lead me to freedom and longing for love that didn't need to be earned.  Hidden from view my words will remain, until direction is finally gained.

It would mean my rhymes had never been shared, they were hidden from the world so I didn't need to be scared.  It also meant no one had seen them yet, easing my fears of and oversharing regret.

It's time to take this page down, to adjust, correct, delete and write new rhymes.

So many words were lost over the passage of time, this poet's sometimes careless ways should be considered a crime. 

 While one friend is having fun cruising many, to the west coast I go to quietly support racing's frenzy.  Excited to find old friends who may still be around, some I may only see when I am Monterey bound.

So away I will fly so I can wander around, watching intoxicating beauty go round and round. A concerts or two will fill my eyes, before I fly back home though midnight skies.

Home... I am not sure what that means for now, so many friend's places I can sleep and to chow (see how that rhymes).  I know what a true home looks like and how it should feel, so I have no doubt that warm landing place will once again become real.

 Today the words came as such a surprise, she was glad they couldn't see the pain in her eyes.  None of the new songs underneath that face made sense, songs full of arrows did damage unexpectedly intense. 

Could this be real that her silly allegory, didn't bring an understanding, it brought an end to the story.  Not sure what all the words now deleted contained, but must have brought her loved one pain.

What could have happened to cause this sharp detour, surely a misunderstanding for the negative response to be so sure.  Tears fell as she pulled off the road, only God knew so to Him she would go.

Truth be told she was staring to believe, they had been looking for a reason to tell her to leave.  The Captain she adored decided to be gracious like before, he no longer wanted to sail so he helped her untie her little ships moorings.

Oh my goodness she would miss this place but vowed to respect their wish for her to go away.  Best to not look again at that lists or social space, the words now hurt and there was no welcome on that face.

Maybe she is running away from chains and cutting words, back to a time when she was free of both and soared like a bird.  Needing to wander for a little while, while recovering from the unexpected after she walked down that aisle.

Her expectations were not that grand, only to be loved in many ways by the one who held her hand.  Shaped by life in the small town she came from, and the parents who loved and worked together as one.

In their loving example she still believes, and prays one day God will allow her to receive.  It would be a lie to claim their lives were perfect, but her dad always displayed love and gratitude because he was picked.

Her heart holds old fashioned values set in stone by their love, reinforced by words she  received from up above.  Not for everyone she understands, but would rather walk alone than stray from her heart's hopeful plans.

Like her Mom not just anyone can have her heart, wishing she had seen the deception long ago on her little ship's chart.  Blinded by love of four little ones abandoned by their mom, and someone who played her heart with what they now call a love bomb. 

Her warriors heart designed to fight for those who can't, stayed to fight for little ones caught up in a horrible circumstance.  How could they lose another mom, so she chose to focus on the good and keep things calm.

Their mom quietly returned one day, determined to take their older hearts away.  Using lies and deception unlike any she had seen, dislike for her in their eyes began to gleam.

Exhausted by words that cut like a knife, she knew it was time to go and restart her life.  So many betrayals and lies were told, finally shaping her heart into ice that was cold.

The day came when she walked out that door determined to laugh and love again just like before.  Regardless of the things now intertwined, or the year to reset, it was worth the time.

Despite all this she still believes in love, but this time would wait more carefully for the one sent to her from God above.  Desires and passion to be only seen by this one, facing as a team life's challenges while still having fun.

Perfection would not be what she would seek, but someone like her Dad strong but sill kind, humble and sweet.

I am too exhausted to pray, which means I cannot really hear what God wants to say. My mind is in a whirl, so many decisions and people pulling at this girl.

Go left, no, go right, best for mom, best for me, I want to hide in the mountains like a monkey in a tree. What about that, what about the this, can you be here, can you be there, some days..... well, at least on Sunday, just smile.

Everyday work to fight for those that can't, helps me escape for a moment from all my circumstances. Do I return to that which once held joy or is this travel just another decoy?

Wait, I hear the rain tonight, I sense God's presence and know, in time, this will all be alright. My mind's anxious winds begin to slow, and my heart sings all the praise songs I know.

How amazing is this that God came to me, I bet he would find me even if, like a monkey, I was hiding in a tree. My tired eyes are closing so I cannot see, but I can feel the breeze from the Angel's wings.

God woke me up at 1:00am tonight, He said to my heart somethings not right.  The socials the web had stored, showed me songs and words I had never seen before.

I went to my knees in battle for my friend, not really understanding so in faith my prayers I send.  Please don't be sad precious soul, call on God and He will send help to make you feel whole.  

I am pretty sure you don't know me, well that's what I still think, but maybe someday I will see you again through some link.  If I ever do please know I plan to say hello, hoping my sincere friendship through my eyes will show.

Friends like you should know you can always call, never allow yourself to listen to the lies and fall.  But for tonight in prayer for you I will stand, trusting a loving God they will be felt all the way across this land.