Empower

      

By Patrice Watley Williams

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!!!