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Patrice Watley Williams
Searching for My Butterflies
So difficult for me to be me
So busy being…, just being???
Some days I see and feel her trying to be free
Others, I search for that woman
That use to smile all the time,
That use to enjoy the simple Pleasures of life.
Not feeling so controlled by Climate and lighting
The constant reminder of restraint
Feelings of discomfort by the walls That surrounds me.
Still searching for that woman That use to be happy go lucky
Even in times of stress and troubles of life, Troubles of the world.
The happy days that sometimes
Didn’t go as planned, but I made it through Because I could smile and feel free,
Free even if I made mistakes. Not feeling judged if I
Made the wrong move, made the wrong choice,
Made the wrong turn, made the wrong stop,
Chose the wrong words, chose the wrong tone.
If I can’t be free to do these things then
What life am I living, who’s life am I living,
Who’s shadow am I portraying,
Who’s image am I forming, who and what
Am I forced to be or who and what am I deciding
To become and for what purpose?
To maintain peace, but no peace of mind,
To maintain harmony, but there’s little laughter In my heart
To maintain the feeling of love, but less loved I sometimes feel
To maintain communication, but communication
Only comes about when necessary
To maintain faith, because faith is all that I have left.
One day there will be no feelings of shame and
Continued search of acceptance because someday
I will make God proud that I am his child!
And my Caterpillars will become Butterflies!!
SOUL OF A SURVIVOR
Never ending seams horrible, a slave to the trade
Sad and challenging seems horrible but beautiful in its’ own right
Raging battlefield,
The opponent seems to never surrender
Fighting a war, risking not coming out alive
Maybe ending it in wars personal archive
Strained and harsh, asphyxiating air mixed through the clouds
Like dry ice stuck to my skin
Burning fire, no idea how to put it to rest
My personal turmoil, pressure cooking, caving all around me
Facing my fears knowing my God has listening ears
Devil sent up in a new disguise
Disregarding he was embarking on a child of God.
The beginning of my healing, as I feel his presence
My broken pieces mending
Fighting this battle but not beyond endurance
Less tears flowing, no longer at a stand still
Wisdom gained as my creativity evolved
My vision clearer, no more weeping in sorrow
My healing heart on bended knees
Dim light as I strained to see through the fog
Voice faint from echoes of my own voice
Maintaining my sanity, stopping to just listen
To the noiseless air
Amazing it is, still in time, silent but not
Writing, my air, my outlet, my tranquil time
My thoughts running ramped at maximum speed
The message is everything
Nothing left unsaid, filling every breach
Balancing my strength
Totaling my sum to everlasting faith….
Poetic Lyricist
Patrice Watley Williams,
Founder: wearitgirlwigs.org
amazon.com/author/patricewatleywilliams
Outreach Committee Chair/http://www.iwillsurviveinc.org
***to purchase my books click any link below:
http://www.amazon.com/My-Pen-Speaks-Poetic-Vibes/dp/160911325X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1313849129&sr=8-1
http://search.barnesandnoble.com/My-Pen-Speaks/Patrice-Watley-Williams/e/9781609113254/?itm=1&USRI=my+pen+speaks
http://www.booksamillion.com/p/My-Pen-Speaks/Patrice-Watley-Williams/9781609113254?id=5058590506127
Thank you for allowing me the freedom to be expressive as my Caterpillars blossom into Butterflies!!!
So difficult for me to be me
So busy being…, just being???
Some days I see and feel her trying to be free
Others, I search for that woman
That use to smile all the time,
That use to enjoy the simple Pleasures of life.
Not feeling so controlled by Climate and lighting
The constant reminder of restraint
Feelings of discomfort by the walls That surrounds me.
Still searching for that woman That use to be happy go lucky
Even in times of stress and troubles of life, Troubles of the world.
The happy days that sometimes
Didn’t go as planned, but I made it through Because I could smile and feel free,
Free even if I made mistakes. Not feeling judged if I
Made the wrong move, made the wrong choice,
Made the wrong turn, made the wrong stop,
Chose the wrong words, chose the wrong tone.
If I can’t be free to do these things then
What life am I living, who’s life am I living,
Who’s shadow am I portraying,
Who’s image am I forming, who and what
Am I forced to be or who and what am I deciding
To become and for what purpose?
To maintain peace, but no peace of mind,
To maintain harmony, but there’s little laughter In my heart
To maintain the feeling of love, but less loved I sometimes feel
To maintain communication, but communication
Only comes about when necessary
To maintain faith, because faith is all that I have left.
One day there will be no feelings of shame and
Continued search of acceptance because someday
I will make God proud that I am his child!
And my Caterpillars will become Butterflies!!
SOUL OF A SURVIVOR
Never ending seams horrible, a slave to the trade
Sad and challenging seems horrible but beautiful in its’ own right
Raging battlefield,
The opponent seems to never surrender
Fighting a war, risking not coming out alive
Maybe ending it in wars personal archive
Strained and harsh, asphyxiating air mixed through the clouds
Like dry ice stuck to my skin
Burning fire, no idea how to put it to rest
My personal turmoil, pressure cooking, caving all around me
Facing my fears knowing my God has listening ears
Devil sent up in a new disguise
Disregarding he was embarking on a child of God.
The beginning of my healing, as I feel his presence
My broken pieces mending
Fighting this battle but not beyond endurance
Less tears flowing, no longer at a stand still
Wisdom gained as my creativity evolved
My vision clearer, no more weeping in sorrow
My healing heart on bended knees
Dim light as I strained to see through the fog
Voice faint from echoes of my own voice
Maintaining my sanity, stopping to just listen
To the noiseless air
Amazing it is, still in time, silent but not
Writing, my air, my outlet, my tranquil time
My thoughts running ramped at maximum speed
The message is everything
Nothing left unsaid, filling every breach
Balancing my strength
Totaling my sum to everlasting faith….
Poetic Lyricist
Patrice Watley Williams,
Founder: wearitgirlwigs.org
amazon.com/author/patricewatleywilliams
Outreach Committee Chair/http://www.iwillsurviveinc.org
***to purchase my books click any link below:
http://www.amazon.com/My-Pen-Speaks-Poetic-Vibes/dp/160911325X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1313849129&sr=8-1
http://search.barnesandnoble.com/My-Pen-Speaks/Patrice-Watley-Williams/e/9781609113254/?itm=1&USRI=my+pen+speaks
http://www.booksamillion.com/p/My-Pen-Speaks/Patrice-Watley-Williams/9781609113254?id=5058590506127
Thank you for allowing me the freedom to be expressive as my Caterpillars blossom into Butterflies!!!
