I've been running for a very long time.
I don't know when I started
And I don't know if I can stop.
Some might say I'm running from a problem
But I like to think I'm running towards
Towards a something
Towards a some place
Some where I want to be
A life I wanna live
A woman I know I can be.
I'm running towards
Happy.
Reflections of my soul
A collection of poems written by Candace L. Smith
Wednesday, October 16, 2013
Saturday, October 5, 2013
Untitled
They twirl me like a Christmas ornament.
Like a shinning star they could hold in the sun.
See how the colors dance.
Twirl me when you wanna see my colors dance.
Take me for a spin when you wanna see me shine.
Call me beautiful.
Tell me I'm pretty.
Take me for a spin.
Twirl me around.
And watch me shine.
Wind me up and watch me dance.
Watch me sparkle.
Watch me shine.
Watch me spin for you.
Look at my colors.
Marvel at their beauty.
Look at me shine like the sun, but don't get burned.
Watch me twinkle like a star just out of reach.
Don't reach too high.
You may fall.
Like a shinning star they could hold in the sun.
See how the colors dance.
Twirl me when you wanna see my colors dance.
Take me for a spin when you wanna see me shine.
Call me beautiful.
Tell me I'm pretty.
Take me for a spin.
Twirl me around.
And watch me shine.
Wind me up and watch me dance.
Watch me sparkle.
Watch me shine.
Watch me spin for you.
Look at my colors.
Marvel at their beauty.
Look at me shine like the sun, but don't get burned.
Watch me twinkle like a star just out of reach.
Don't reach too high.
You may fall.
Friday, December 2, 2011
MY THOUGHTS
I NEED MY THOUGHTS TO GO SOMEWHERE
A BUCKET
OR A RIVER PERHAPS
ONE DAY I RELEASED THEM IN THE OCEAN
THAT WAS A GREAT DAY
I FELT FREE
I WAS FREE BECAUSE IN THE OCEANS VASTNESS MY THOUGHTS WOULD
BE SAFE
I DIDN’T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT THEM BEING DISCOVERED
LIKE A WEIGHTLESS SUNKEN TREASURE THEY DRIFTED THEN FLOATED
TO THE BOTTOM
WEIGHTED DOWN BY MY WILL
AND ANCHORED BY THE HEAVINESS OF MY SOUL
TODAY THE OCEAN IS NOT ACCESSIBLE TO ME
SO WHERE SHALL THEY GO
THERE IS NO SAFE PLACE AMONGST THIS DRY LAND
WHEREVER THEY ARE TOSSED THEY THREATEN TO RESURFACE AND
HAUNT ME
SO I GUESS I WILL KEEP THEM WITH ME
BURIED AT THE BACK OF THE CLOSET OF MY MIND
HIDDEN UNDER THE BED OF MY HEART
SUPPRESSED IN THE DARKEST CAVES OF MY SOUL
THEY THREATEN TO SPILL OUT
IN TEARS
IN ANGER
IN DREAMS
THEY WARN ME:
IT’S TOO CROWDED IN HERE
MAXIMUM OVERLOAD
THE DAY WILL COME WHEN I CAN HIDE THEM NO MORE
Winds and Tides
WINDS & TIDES
My emotions swiftly change like the direction of the wind.
Why is that?
I truly want to be steady
in my ways.
Consistent like the
tides who although change is at least measurable and consistent.
But its so hard to be consistent with this ever changing
world.
Or is it just my world that changes
I never know when
And then I never know how
I just know is
The “is” leaves me changing like the winds
If the “is” would be more consistent then I could be more
like the tides
Change that is expected
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Untitled
Trying to find a reason behind this so called thing called life
Trying to forgive but you can forget forgetting
Trying to find love while reaching goals
Trying to raise kids right
Trying to be smart funny and attractive
Be a go getter, home-maker, a student, an entrepreneur
Trying, trying, trying
Trying to answer the age old question…who am i?
I asked myself that question at the tender age of 12
I thought I found the answer, but here I stand again
Knocking at heavens door begging for an answer
How did I get in this mess
Trying to get out of it
Trying to dig myself out of the grave I dug for myself
Trying to re-make this bed I made
I cant turn back the hands of time
Gotta work with the cards Ive been dealt
Who can I run to?
Trying to answer these questions I see to ask everyday?
Why?
Why am I here?
Why did I make that decision?
What can I do to make things better?
The more I search the less I find?
My questions don’t even make sense
I wake up sometimes with a clear mission but by midday I lose focus
Maybe I just shouldn’t care
I wanna spend more time on what I know in my heart is ME
But obligations, responsibilities, choices, stand in my way
What to do?
Trying to forgive but you can forget forgetting
Trying to find love while reaching goals
Trying to raise kids right
Trying to be smart funny and attractive
Be a go getter, home-maker, a student, an entrepreneur
Trying, trying, trying
Trying to answer the age old question…who am i?
I asked myself that question at the tender age of 12
I thought I found the answer, but here I stand again
Knocking at heavens door begging for an answer
How did I get in this mess
Trying to get out of it
Trying to dig myself out of the grave I dug for myself
Trying to re-make this bed I made
I cant turn back the hands of time
Gotta work with the cards Ive been dealt
Who can I run to?
Trying to answer these questions I see to ask everyday?
Why?
Why am I here?
Why did I make that decision?
What can I do to make things better?
The more I search the less I find?
My questions don’t even make sense
I wake up sometimes with a clear mission but by midday I lose focus
Maybe I just shouldn’t care
I wanna spend more time on what I know in my heart is ME
But obligations, responsibilities, choices, stand in my way
What to do?
YOUR FREE
Your Free
You’re free from worry and frustration that I might have brought.
You’re free from torment and confusion you sought.
I am no longer a burden to resist.
Nor am I another name on your list.
You’re free to go and do as you please.
Free to sleep with happiness and ease.
I don’t know what kind of man you’d thought you would be when you played and disrespected me.
I so carefully gave thought to the good times we saw.
And realized they out weighted the disappointments and every flaw.
My eyes were covered and unable to see the TRUTH.
And when it was revealed I would have never thought, YOU!
The frustration, the bitter anger I felt was nothing to compare to the thoughts that kept me haunted by night and afraid by day.
But it must be Gods will that you not stay.
So I will count it all joy with neither tear’s or sorrow for I know that joy is coming in the tomorrows’
REJOICE!
YOU’RE FREE!
This Thing
This thing is unavailable to me right now for whatever reason.
I am not wanted by this thing.
This thing does not welcome me.
So why don’t I give up on this thing?
I guess because I cannot live without this thing.
I am not wanted by this thing.
This thing does not welcome me.
So why don’t I give up on this thing?
I guess because I cannot live without this thing.
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