tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259323800230535802024-03-04T21:10:37.505-08:00Al`eh's Writings& inspirational thoughtsAlehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04482724588731166881noreply@blogger.comBlogger181125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25932380023053580.post-23882487251970962552021-07-24T19:05:00.002-07:002021-07-24T19:05:14.299-07:00Welcome Autume (Mix Track)<p><br /></p><iframe width="100%" height="300" scrolling="no" frameborder="no" allow="autoplay" src="https://w.soundcloud.com/player/?url=https%3A//api.soundcloud.com/tracks/1093433653&color=%23ff5500&auto_play=false&hide_related=false&show_comments=true&show_user=true&show_reposts=false&show_teaser=true&visual=true"></iframe><div style="font-size: 10px; color: #cccccc;line-break: anywhere;word-break: normal;overflow: hidden;white-space: nowrap;text-overflow: ellipsis; font-family: Interstate,Lucida Grande,Lucida Sans Unicode,Lucida Sans,Garuda,Verdana,Tahoma,sans-serif;font-weight: 100;"><a href="https://soundcloud.com/laurenvalea" title="Aleh's Tracks" target="_blank" style="color: #cccccc; text-decoration: none;">Aleh's Tracks</a> · <a href="https://soundcloud.com/laurenvalea/welcome-autumn-poem-mix-track" title="Welcome Autumn Poem Mix Track" target="_blank" style="color: #cccccc; text-decoration: none;">Welcome Autumn Poem Mix Track</a></div>Alehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04482724588731166881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25932380023053580.post-89598114437118423632021-05-01T15:04:00.002-07:002021-05-01T15:04:39.821-07:00Little knows<div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTFxD-TiZiA-QTUM5n0euUEtUQ5Vz4z1wYAgyibfQHxNeLLQRcnlXdArYU0VuDDhK-Lb-93q1vINaUXxLXMl39CBdQWr6txhiTEJhYxFpWLseiLEc-0RyrtS_KOZvA_y5L0DSU47iqXw/s2048/janine-robinson-hnkX-07Q714-unsplash.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="2048" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTFxD-TiZiA-QTUM5n0euUEtUQ5Vz4z1wYAgyibfQHxNeLLQRcnlXdArYU0VuDDhK-Lb-93q1vINaUXxLXMl39CBdQWr6txhiTEJhYxFpWLseiLEc-0RyrtS_KOZvA_y5L0DSU47iqXw/s320/janine-robinson-hnkX-07Q714-unsplash.jpg" /></a></div> Little does she know,<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">That you don't need her.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Little does she know, </div><div style="text-align: left;">That she's even wanted. </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">Ten times the words spoken.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Yet not one is heard.</div><div style="text-align: left;">When you happen to tell her.</div><div style="text-align: left;">That she is loved.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">Little do you know, </div><div style="text-align: left;">That you're her world.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Little do you know,</div><div style="text-align: left;">That you're all she needs.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">Yet there's a price to pay.</div><div style="text-align: left;">For the hurt you've caused.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Penance shall be done.</div><div style="text-align: left;">For the love you've not given.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">Little do they know,</div><div style="text-align: left;">Why she's not the same.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Little do they know,</div><div style="text-align: left;">The girl she used to be.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">Will it ever be enough,</div><div style="text-align: left;">To drown out the loss.</div><div style="text-align: left;">The loss of your love.</div><div style="text-align: left;">When she needed you the most. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span face="" style="background-color: white;">Copyright 2021 Lauren Hall ©</span></div></div>Alehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04482724588731166881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25932380023053580.post-27591165890985131812021-01-24T17:31:00.002-08:002021-01-24T21:08:31.720-08:00Throwing Off the Old Mask<div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimdYYADZfQ6ZTYQeCSYXH3TUp7_vZsOQwFuzHbC8840jDBzI2IcwcXEKfufaAmuj7cyChEegNsl1bKi7iViIsd27QKGAEXT3Zbnm88WPuNlW_PGXRVi8d896TdayOHlzmMVOdEzIHX9Q/s750/photo-1476018040064-32e98fec7648.webp" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="501" data-original-width="750" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimdYYADZfQ6ZTYQeCSYXH3TUp7_vZsOQwFuzHbC8840jDBzI2IcwcXEKfufaAmuj7cyChEegNsl1bKi7iViIsd27QKGAEXT3Zbnm88WPuNlW_PGXRVi8d896TdayOHlzmMVOdEzIHX9Q/s320/photo-1476018040064-32e98fec7648.webp" width="320" /></a></div>Ones perception of you.<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">How you should look.</div><div style="text-align: left;">The way you should dress.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> Fitting you into a mold.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">This mold that's far too small.</div><div style="text-align: left;">A mold casting for a few.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Does it make me lacking?</div><div style="text-align: left;">Not being able to fit.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The amount of beauty found.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Seen through tinted glass.</div><div style="text-align: left;">A glass now made hazy.</div><div style="text-align: left;">With judgement and contempt.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">I won't wear makeup for you.</div><div style="text-align: left;">I'll not wear a mask.</div><div style="text-align: left;">To make you see someone else.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Whose beauty you're seeking.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">This is my beauty. </div><div style="text-align: left;">It's bursting at the seams.</div><div style="text-align: left;">It's there for all to see.</div><div style="text-align: left;">If only you'd know me.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">I see beauty every day.</div><div style="text-align: left;">It's made in his image.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Made by his hands.</div><div style="text-align: left;">From dust we shall return.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">No makeup can compare.</div><div style="text-align: left;">To make up for what he's molded.</div><div style="text-align: left;">I came from my own mold.</div><div style="text-align: left;">It's why I don't fit into yours.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">I don't need to be more.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Than I was already made to be.</div><div style="text-align: left;">I don't need to hide.</div><div style="text-align: left;">The person you should see.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">Imperfection is beautiful too.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Blemished are we all.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Refusing to be whited sepulcher's. </div><div style="text-align: left;">Instead beautifying the inside.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">Take off the mask.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Remove the paint.</div><div style="text-align: left;">That we hide ourselves with.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Find peace in the image he made you. <br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> <br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span face="" style="background-color: white;">Copyright 2021 Lauren Hall ©</span></div>Alehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04482724588731166881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25932380023053580.post-65929834928046459002021-01-21T19:01:00.004-08:002021-07-24T19:09:34.517-07:00Lost in Thought (Mix Track)<iframe width="100%" height="300" scrolling="no" frameborder="no" allow="autoplay" src="https://w.soundcloud.com/player/?url=https%3A//api.soundcloud.com/tracks/934088314&color=%23ff5500&auto_play=false&hide_related=false&show_comments=true&show_user=true&show_reposts=false&show_teaser=true&visual=true"></iframe><div style="font-size: 10px; color: #cccccc;line-break: anywhere;word-break: normal;overflow: hidden;white-space: nowrap;text-overflow: ellipsis; font-family: Interstate,Lucida Grande,Lucida Sans Unicode,Lucida Sans,Garuda,Verdana,Tahoma,sans-serif;font-weight: 100;"><a href="https://soundcloud.com/laurenvalea" title="Aleh's Tracks" target="_blank" style="color: #cccccc; text-decoration: none;">Aleh's Tracks</a> · <a href="https://soundcloud.com/laurenvalea/lost-in-thought-poem-mix-track" title="Lost In Thought Poem Mix Track" target="_blank" style="color: #cccccc; text-decoration: none;">Lost In Thought Poem Mix Track</a></div>Alehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04482724588731166881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25932380023053580.post-41475351327512277182021-01-01T09:22:00.003-08:002021-01-01T09:22:12.722-08:00Your Loss is Felt<div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuvuBNtofxTuZEWB6fqQ8C1PkjuzES8vPMZvMz1A0Ejf6skINhvEwVjqh7X6VKtbWhAtT1Ue_3wYCmXQTrjezFORRsRqNF5uTxSYMAlTIA4d7O0B_KLKICt164A-rh5Ad23V2mmYUFqg/s1275/a_never_ending_waterfall_of_tears_by_tokyomoonlight_dbgjzql-fullview.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1275" data-original-width="900" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuvuBNtofxTuZEWB6fqQ8C1PkjuzES8vPMZvMz1A0Ejf6skINhvEwVjqh7X6VKtbWhAtT1Ue_3wYCmXQTrjezFORRsRqNF5uTxSYMAlTIA4d7O0B_KLKICt164A-rh5Ad23V2mmYUFqg/s320/a_never_ending_waterfall_of_tears_by_tokyomoonlight_dbgjzql-fullview.jpg" /></a></div> Picking up the phone.<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Becomes a nightly routine.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Burning the midnight oil.</div><div style="text-align: left;">To keep your loved one awake.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">The fear of knowing at some point.</div><div style="text-align: left;">The call won't be taken.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Then until the time.</div><div style="text-align: left;">That your fear has become reality.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">Sirens and rushing for the door.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Making it all slightly too late.</div><div style="text-align: left;">How long is the question? </div><div style="text-align: left;">No one can answer.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">Prayers and tears comes pouring.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Family our only solace.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Grief tears the heart.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Of those who are left behind.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">To be able to say goodbye.</div><div style="text-align: left;">One last time before you go.</div><div style="text-align: left;">To embrace our loved ones.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Before they walk to the other side.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">We know there is no more pain.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Suffering in this life is past.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> Yet it doesn't help this broken heart.</div><div style="text-align: left;">To better handle the grief.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Grasping onto what they have left.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Trinkets and old shirts.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Becoming treasures in our life.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Wiping tears on the edge of their sleeve.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The memories are all that's left.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Family and friends to confide.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Reliving the good ol' times.</div><div style="text-align: left;">When we had those family vacations.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Our love will never fade.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Our tears becoming intermittent. </div><div style="text-align: left;">The hole we feel from your loss.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Means our love for you was greater.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span face="" style="background-color: white;">Copyright 2021 Lauren Hall ©</span></div>Alehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04482724588731166881noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25932380023053580.post-37277153676293592172020-08-25T11:22:00.001-07:002020-08-25T11:24:11.073-07:00Imgination Grown Wild<div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8Jbl1z3g3EMR6kk2cX5Elo0cNIbSJnets94B44QLTr_9BUyNvFeMGyTpXCFuCAr_D66LI-wlIZlHXwWx0_zglplVG3_2d1PiBhr-CUHY-FvODUeUrEsztQg8vJYGX10w2NWuZxaqbmA/s1280/adventure1.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="854" data-original-width="1280" height="219" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8Jbl1z3g3EMR6kk2cX5Elo0cNIbSJnets94B44QLTr_9BUyNvFeMGyTpXCFuCAr_D66LI-wlIZlHXwWx0_zglplVG3_2d1PiBhr-CUHY-FvODUeUrEsztQg8vJYGX10w2NWuZxaqbmA/w328-h219/adventure1.jpg" width="328" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"> Open up your eyes.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Greet the coming sunlight.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Wipe the last of sleep.</div><div style="text-align: left;">From your blurry eyes.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Bolt upright.</div><div style="text-align: left;">For this is the day.</div><div style="text-align: left;">As you scramble out of bed.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Rummaging through clothes.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Dress as quickly as possible.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Grabbing some toast.</div><div style="text-align: left;">As you make your way outside.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Door slamming behind.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Running past mailboxes. </div><div style="text-align: left;">A flash of something seen.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Before you meet your friends.</div><div style="text-align: left;">At the edge of agreed place.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Laughing as you make way.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Towards adventures awaiting.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Mountains to be climbed.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Dragons to be slayed.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Imagination has opened.</div><div style="text-align: left;">A never ending stream.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Quests to be completed.</div><div style="text-align: left;">With your fellow comrades.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">What will it be today?</div><div style="text-align: left;">No one has yet chosen.</div><div style="text-align: left;">As hollering and laughter.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Leaks through the trail left behind.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">If souls could be seen.</div><div style="text-align: left;">They would be a burst.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Bright light seeking heaven.</div><div style="text-align: left;">As it explodes into the world.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Where shall we go?</div><div style="text-align: left;">There is no telling.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Jumping ship to find.</div><div style="text-align: left;">The next exciting adventure.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span face="" style="background-color: white;">Copyright 2020 Lauren Hall ©</span></div>Alehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04482724588731166881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25932380023053580.post-44004576341481988402020-08-11T19:56:00.001-07:002020-08-11T19:56:07.107-07:00Words Spoken<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS58y4-shHH8aWDPv2G6yhfrrAQSjIHCxJR5vfsakXSxrvZh5GHc4Qh-Rq_ljnPYyMprsvYpv7-DRoWk_YXLLuBLhQ5zPW9F_nZopIgU6QTDlD1ajhZ9Vzq3r-AsC7uZnbacHxdN_ksQ/s800/listen_to_the_silence_by_islandtime_d1kqyug-fullview.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="532" data-original-width="800" height="220" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS58y4-shHH8aWDPv2G6yhfrrAQSjIHCxJR5vfsakXSxrvZh5GHc4Qh-Rq_ljnPYyMprsvYpv7-DRoWk_YXLLuBLhQ5zPW9F_nZopIgU6QTDlD1ajhZ9Vzq3r-AsC7uZnbacHxdN_ksQ/s640/listen_to_the_silence_by_islandtime_d1kqyug-fullview.jpg" width="331" /></a></div>Words.<br />They're only words.<br />Why won't they come out?<br />Instead, they're stuck inside.<br /><p></p><p>I've chocked back so many.<br />They won't let me speak.<br />I can't speak about my emotions. <br />They're permanently silenced.</p><p>I'm suffocating every day.<br />I can talk about you.<br />I can talk for you.<br />Yet I can't speak for myself.</p><p>You hear me speak.<br />Enough to know I'm well.<br />Well enough to live.<br />Living isn't just breathing.</p><p>Living is communicating.<br />Why can I not convey this?<br />Yet you continue to talk.<br />I continue to listen.<br /></p><p>I stifle my pain.<br />I choke back my turmoil.<br />Not being heard.<br />Is slowly killing me inside.</p><p>I started this long ago.<br />Shoving my feelings aside.<br />Keeping them locked away.<br />Not letting anyone see me.<br /></p><p>Will I continue to be smothered?<br />I don't know if you hear me.<br />Can you see I'm in pain?<br />As I sit hear and listen.<br /></p><p><br /></p><p>
<span face="" style="background-color: white; font-family: "georgia", serif; font-size: 13px;">Copyright 2020 Lauren Hall ©</span></p>Alehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04482724588731166881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25932380023053580.post-554283482590849902020-07-15T10:50:00.001-07:002020-08-11T19:56:33.455-07:00As I await<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisTY3OYVICFJz18oHdbEERHuOM22D4StOUT9M9KnnzVseG7AzzWmNdjve_subTLhK8sU_jl0RrGg7v6WcQFvfkuC47yMzrqfCj8dUf7oS2drpD_PSBdXTUHawwQE6RihjmUpAckopXLw/s1600/d84lm6x-7d09e47f-4ce5-42d1-9f21-f672699d44a6.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="787" data-original-width="692" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisTY3OYVICFJz18oHdbEERHuOM22D4StOUT9M9KnnzVseG7AzzWmNdjve_subTLhK8sU_jl0RrGg7v6WcQFvfkuC47yMzrqfCj8dUf7oS2drpD_PSBdXTUHawwQE6RihjmUpAckopXLw/s320/d84lm6x-7d09e47f-4ce5-42d1-9f21-f672699d44a6.jpg" width="281" /></a>A single phrase from you.<br />
Kept me sitting on the ledge.<br />
Waiting for you to get back.<br />
So that I can again resume.<br />
<br />
Breath has paused in my lungs.<br />
Abated breath waiting inside.<br />
Frozen in time until when.<br />
When? Time can only tell.<br />
<br />
Life moves unhurriedly by.<br />
I watch as it all passes.<br />
I can't help but wonder.<br />
How much we'll do together.<br />
<br />
When you finally reappear.<br />
I can hardly wait.<br />
No one will have anything on us.<br />
As we storm the world.<br />
<br />
One click of the clock.<br />
Turns into a million.<br />
I shift between counting.<br />
Then drift off into space.<br />
<br />
Will you pat me on the head?<br />
Since I waited so patiently?<br />
I smile at the meandering thought.<br />
Frozen to the same exact spot.<br />
<br />
So many others stop to stare.<br />
Bewildered at this frozen statue.<br />
I want to say, "I'm fine."<br />
No words can be heard.<br />
<br />
Am I fine here?<br />
Doubt slowly trickles in.<br />
Where did this thought come from?<br />
I didn't willing abide its access.<br />
<br />
Where did you go?<br />
I no longer remember.<br />
Whether you told me where.<br />
Or if you would return.<br />
<br />
Panic begins to set in.<br />
Do I remember the events correctly?<br />
Did you specifically say it?<br />
I must have misunderstood.<br />
<br />
Tears start to form.<br />
Still unable to move.<br />
I no longer know why,<br />
But I continue to wait. </div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> </div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> </div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Alehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04482724588731166881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25932380023053580.post-50101411821084514982020-05-18T11:54:00.003-07:002020-05-18T17:34:41.195-07:00Adventure of a Lifetime<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I jump out on a limb.<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLU50ri57F0gk-rSwbcz-R4_fENZIWjbeFMI9lXNNh8wHkq08ajpfHN17Xi9OJ5P6Pk_naZlM9A8HW9Ets6WsK8JArNaKEPYuVstwv3sTXeo7E4sDogRBo6K8qr-QlkQmFHZk2CIxP0w/s1600/adventure.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1102" data-original-width="800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLU50ri57F0gk-rSwbcz-R4_fENZIWjbeFMI9lXNNh8wHkq08ajpfHN17Xi9OJ5P6Pk_naZlM9A8HW9Ets6WsK8JArNaKEPYuVstwv3sTXeo7E4sDogRBo6K8qr-QlkQmFHZk2CIxP0w/s320/adventure.jpg" width="232" /></a>Take the final leap.<br />
A dive into the unknown.<br />
Just to let you in.<br />
<br />
Focus on the temporary.<br />
That is this life.<br />
Taking in one breathe.<br />
To release the next.<br />
<br />
Where are all my fears?<br />
They've flown away.<br />
I told them to get lost.<br />
They fled far from me.<br />
<br />
I take the first steps.<br />
The adventure of a lifetime.<br />
I'll make my way through.<br />
A world too large.<br />
<br />
Take my hand as we begin.<br />
The unforeseen is ahead.<br />
The exhilaration has pushed.<br />
Past any doubts that I had.<br />
<br />
Will we walk?<br />
Will we fly?<br />
Will we climb?<br />
Or will we swim?<br />
<br />
I'm packed and ready.<br />
For whatever is brought.<br />
Our way may be unpaved.<br />
We'll make it a new road.<br />
<br />
Get lost with me.<br />
Let's find the unsought.<br />
Dig for the forgotten.<br />
Seek out what's true.<br />
<br />
Join me along the way.<br />
We'll find each other.<br />
As we start anew.<br />
Life is waiting for us.<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 13px;">Copyright 2020 Lauren Hall ©</span></div>
Alehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04482724588731166881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25932380023053580.post-81765527392321866182019-11-20T11:48:00.001-08:002020-05-18T11:40:08.654-07:00Take Flight<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Remind me of the path.<br />
The one less traveled.<br />
Lead me on a merry way.<br />
Take me upon an endless flight.<br />
<br />
There is this way and that.<br />
Pay no mind to which.<br />
Toss a coin; leave it to chance.<br />
Our destination is still unforeseen.<br />
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Nothing to constrain us.<br />
No worries to bother us.<br />
No worldly care to weigh us down.<br />
Only freedom to be discovered.<br />
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Such weightlessness is freeing.<br />
Where this journey goes, none know.<br />
No decisions are predicted.<br />
We'll never be sought nor found.<br />
<br />
Watch as my wings spread.<br />
Prepared for flight am I.<br />
The endless migration to come.<br />
Where my feet may land; who knows.<br />
<br />
Finding salvation through liberty.<br />
One can finally take a breath.<br />
No walls to cage this bird.<br />
Who's colors have yet to be seen.<br />
<br />
When will this journey end?<br />
The question has not been posed.<br />
Yet when it is.<br />
It shall not be answered. <br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 13px;">Copyright 2019 Lauren Hall ©</span></div>
Alehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04482724588731166881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25932380023053580.post-47056466954179195022019-11-09T15:11:00.002-08:002020-05-18T11:39:55.737-07:00My Peaceful Snow Globe<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The flakes dance on their journey.<br />
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Settling neatly upon each other.<br />
Forming intrinsic, tidy layers.<br />
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The ambience is peaceful.<br />
Quietly birds sing their tune.<br />
Seeking out their daily meal.<br />
A world encompassed in white.<br />
<br />
Branches creak quietly.<br />
As the wind softly breezes through.<br />
Gently hushing the birds.<br />
Who take flight again.<br />
<br />
A doe stops in her tracks.<br />
Her fawn staying close for warmth.<br />
The soft crunching of snow.<br />
As they seek fodder.<br />
<br />
This winter wonderland,<br />
Brings a quiet peace.<br />
Shrouding the landscape.<br />
Covering it in a cold blanket.<br />
<br />
The sun reflects off the specks.<br />
The snow glitters and shifts.<br />
Resembling a million diamonds.<br />
Priceless is this scenic view.<br />
<br />
Trap me in this snow globe.<br />
I never want to leave.<br />
Let me have peace forever.<br />
Found only in such; Winter.<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 13px;">Copyright 2019 Lauren Hall ©</span><br />
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Alehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04482724588731166881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25932380023053580.post-60386829512944834032019-09-27T14:15:00.000-07:002019-09-27T14:17:35.928-07:00Welcome Autumn<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAzM4pR0xbk6ciUVxvJXwToe4ZdrSGsWT7NHZmUIh5et6GvJaRC-_NLqP7EzeE-_U_NbgHSDQjRy9ZwoyS2kvwt93Pc6qWEGltdGwn-vaKOG16DtQhSi8o8M5MoMbZG-3SiAYQNbkGSw/s1600/this_is_what_november_feels_like_by_rona_keller_d8a6747-fullview.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="601" data-original-width="900" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAzM4pR0xbk6ciUVxvJXwToe4ZdrSGsWT7NHZmUIh5et6GvJaRC-_NLqP7EzeE-_U_NbgHSDQjRy9ZwoyS2kvwt93Pc6qWEGltdGwn-vaKOG16DtQhSi8o8M5MoMbZG-3SiAYQNbkGSw/s320/this_is_what_november_feels_like_by_rona_keller_d8a6747-fullview.jpg" width="320" /></a>I see it gleam on the tips of the grass.<br />
The dew is alight with rays shining through.<br />
Glinting and glowing like fireflies at dawn.<br />
Setting a picturesque scene at first light.<br />
<br />
The brisk air settles in my lungs.<br />
Taking a deep breath of autumn.<br />
The smell of crispness settles all around me.<br />
Bringing to life my senses, filling every pore.<br />
<br />
The trees have changed their colors for me.<br />
Shifting in hues of auburn, crimson and gold.<br />
Their autumn garments swaying in the soft breeze.<br />
Gently waving as if to say, "Good 'Morning".<br />
<br />
The larks sing their morning tune.<br />
Waking with the sun to flutter about.<br />
Swaying through the air whistling.<br />
Dancing to the tune of autumn.<br />
<br />
The smell of coffee greets me.<br />
Nestled in a blanket sipping slowly.<br />
Taking in the scenery all around.<br />
Soaking in the sunlight filtered through leaves.<br />
<br />
No one is there to break the trance.<br />
No voices to disillusion the moment.<br />
Only stillness in the dawn of a day.<br />
Only peace in this perfect juncture.<br />
<br />
I have found bliss in such heaven.<br />
There is no comparison to it.<br />
Nothing can touch my favorite time.<br />
The time many call "Autumn".<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 13px;">Copyright 2019 Lauren Hall ©</span></div>
Alehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04482724588731166881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25932380023053580.post-68859259585043813572019-08-31T20:03:00.002-07:002019-09-27T14:15:26.892-07:00One Day at a Time<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I woke up again today.<br />
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Found out I was still here.<br />
Light filtered through the window.<br />
Letting me feel it's warmth.<br />
<br />
I breathed again today.<br />
Unsure what it meant to me.<br />
I felt the weight press.<br />
Slide into place on my shoulders.<br />
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I made it through another night.<br />
Not knowing why.<br />
Why I'm here to face it all.<br />
Facing it alone yet again.<br />
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I made it through another day.<br />
Putting one foot out.<br />
To be followed by the other.<br />
Traveling this worn path.<br />
<br />
I was invisible again today.<br />
Not a single soul noticed.<br />
The broken shards inside.<br />
Lost in a drawn out trance.<br />
<br />
I got lost again today.<br />
Lost in my own mind.<br />
Memories playing like re-runs.<br />
Flooding memories down my cheeks.<br />
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I survived another day.<br />
My head finding the pillow.<br />
No comfort to be found.<br />
Sleep only found through tears.<br />
<br />
I slept again today.<br />
Wondering when it stops.<br />
Does it ever stop?<br />
As the black takes over.<br />
<br />
I woke up again today.<br />
Found out I was still here.<br />
Shadows dancing on the floor.<br />
Lending way for dreariness.<br />
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Will I make it through today?<br />
Unsure how much more.<br />
How much can one take.<br />
Before sanity is lost.<br />
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I made up my mind today.<br />
To make a change.<br />
I will find the will.<br />
To be all they would want.<br />
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I smiled today.<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4q7xa07qemprxu07TeTAJq2kOK0GkipedsujycS_wGfJ33I8D6P1Tvjdgh45ne0V9SrDldoEOLlqttnl66SEmiAtwX-SvC4S0JaRRtB-UTRJpeEoJ8MxJLq_XyLxIP8e9H4Giy2ODvw/s1600/light_and_shadows_by_shippertrish_dcrrszo-fullview.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="773" data-original-width="600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4q7xa07qemprxu07TeTAJq2kOK0GkipedsujycS_wGfJ33I8D6P1Tvjdgh45ne0V9SrDldoEOLlqttnl66SEmiAtwX-SvC4S0JaRRtB-UTRJpeEoJ8MxJLq_XyLxIP8e9H4Giy2ODvw/s320/light_and_shadows_by_shippertrish_dcrrszo-fullview.jpg" width="248" /></a>As my neighbor drove by.<br />
They barely noticed.<br />
But I felt it alight.<br />
<br />
I said, "Hi" today.<br />
As a stranger passed.<br />
They smiled back at me.<br />
I was invisible no more.<br />
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I felt my grief lessen today.<br />
As I made the choice.<br />
To not live in memories.<br />
But to make my own.<br />
<br />
I moved on today.<br />
Mending this broken heart.<br />
It will take time, but;<br />
I lived again today.<br />
I'll do so again tomorrow.<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 13px;">Copyright 2019 Lauren Hall ©</span><br />
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Alehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04482724588731166881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25932380023053580.post-6233120043115675552019-07-29T09:22:00.001-07:002019-09-27T14:15:34.506-07:00Tale of a Lighthouse<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8qYnZwCGvVawi6KnGJEj5Gv2sPqxZfbTSMyepc7jZYwF9AhFwxOAIPaBBmtdVsXvf5b93myF9RzMBBvFytA1uFfMzDZr4ojvEK-CRRKHMi9-8OKfj9IYSRmdRmp2PyMJN1t9tAhwOrg/s1600/d1x1rhe-f8dd0126-7db4-4c49-a4a4-300225690ce6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="731" data-original-width="390" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8qYnZwCGvVawi6KnGJEj5Gv2sPqxZfbTSMyepc7jZYwF9AhFwxOAIPaBBmtdVsXvf5b93myF9RzMBBvFytA1uFfMzDZr4ojvEK-CRRKHMi9-8OKfj9IYSRmdRmp2PyMJN1t9tAhwOrg/s400/d1x1rhe-f8dd0126-7db4-4c49-a4a4-300225690ce6.jpg" width="212" /></a>You alight the way in darkness.<br />
Piercing the night with light.<br />
Reaching across the miles.<br />
Seeking those who are lost.<br />
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Contending with the light above.<br />
Where they twinkle in the sky.<br />
You find a way to shroud them.<br />
As you wink repeatedly.<br />
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Waves crash upon your feet.<br />
Without so much as moving you.<br />
You are firm in your regard.<br />
You will outlast the storms.<br />
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You've seen the dawn of many.<br />
Sunrises as they alight the day.<br />
You've seen the dusk of many.<br />
Sunsets that bring about the night.<br />
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Having witnessed the calm serenity.<br />
Of mirrored sleek waters.<br />
As boats slice through such.<br />
Divinity and tranquility.<br />
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You've observed tempest in her rage.<br />
Have heard the cracks of her laughter.<br />
As she shouts upon the deep.<br />
Stirring up and sending it crashing.<br />
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All who see you are not lost.<br />
Yet not all find their way.<br />
When fighting against tempest.<br />
Meeting their watery grave to depths.<br />
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Sorrow and joy are your companions.<br />
They hold hands in turmoil.<br />
Holding their peace in grief.<br />
Lighting with every relief.<br />
<br />
Having beheld so much.<br />
Over the many years you've been.<br />
What stories you would share.<br />
If you but had a voice.<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 13px;">Copyright 2019 Lauren Hall ©</span> </div>
Alehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04482724588731166881noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25932380023053580.post-22140452026639258662019-06-08T07:58:00.000-07:002019-06-08T08:03:34.659-07:00Time in a Capsule<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ27rVSv3_m73OmqnsIVJD9NsHg3gdohOiTsEo4-5ERtqdOGlbiKPjTWqact6UKp5KraTvRyrlb8HS1mRI-gChK8wOzNhuEbXoBLyf-SZGx6DPJf2a_5B97PKF1K_FT3ZKF6uy-InFdg/s1600/the_palace_room_by_nachoyague_d9sz5fc-fullview.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="579" data-original-width="1024" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ27rVSv3_m73OmqnsIVJD9NsHg3gdohOiTsEo4-5ERtqdOGlbiKPjTWqact6UKp5KraTvRyrlb8HS1mRI-gChK8wOzNhuEbXoBLyf-SZGx6DPJf2a_5B97PKF1K_FT3ZKF6uy-InFdg/s320/the_palace_room_by_nachoyague_d9sz5fc-fullview.jpg" width="320" /></a>Silence escapes the peaceful corridor.<br />
Slipping through the crevices.<br />
Sliding along the passageways.<br />
Slithering down the halls and stairs.<br />
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Languid music alights the rooms.<br />
Leaking from the ballroom.<br />
Leading a dance of luminescence.<br />
Longing to break free of tenebrosity.<br />
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Pure is the laughter resounding.<br />
Pooling together with the sweet refrain.<br />
Placid in it's reverb as it disperses.<br />
Poignant in it's effect throughout.<br />
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Offering a taste of eternity.<br />
Omnipotent in the reverence of life.<br />
Obliging are the ones surrounding.<br />
Outstretched are the hands awaiting.<br />
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Count down the hours till anon.<br />
Capture the moments as they arise.<br />
Collecting them like a treasure.<br />
Cherish these fleeting seasons.<br />
<br />
Amassed is the wealth of a few.<br />
Ambition not being the source.<br />
Altruism filling the hearts of all.<br />
Amiable are the intentions.<br />
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Tethered to the present tide.<br />
Tantamount is one to another.<br />
Thriving is the palace within.<br />
Trusting it all to be inevitable.<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 13px;">Copyright 2019 Lauren Hall ©</span></div>
Alehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04482724588731166881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25932380023053580.post-86168221492041152622019-04-17T19:50:00.001-07:002019-04-17T19:57:09.736-07:00The Minds' Home<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Don't wake me from such slumber.</div>
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Let me be awake somewhere.</div>
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Where beauty cannot be marred.</div>
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See me lost in the unknown. </div>
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Simply let me be there.</div>
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Let me dance freely.<br />
A waft upon the wind.<br />
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Watch as I slip away.<br />
Loosely guarded about.<br />
Taken with the gust.<br />
As it breezes swiftly by.<br />
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No words can break such.<br />
Trance as I'm bound by.<br />
The gentle wafts.<br />
Of serenity surrounding me.<br />
<br />
No touch can wake.<br />
This body that soundly slumbers.<br />
For the mind is lost.<br />
In a dream of my own.<br />
<br />
It draws me in as if.<br />
Some tide draws up to only.<br />
Sink back upon the sand.<br />
Loosening the pebbles around.<br />
<br />
The wave of peace.<br />
Settles upon my feet.<br />
I feel as it flows over.<br />
Content as it spreads through.<br />
<br />
What is this world I've found?<br />
It's mine; mine alone.<br />
It's a part of me, somewhere deep.<br />
Unnoticed by those who know.<br />
<br />
They know but a fragment.<br />
Small portion of the mind.<br />
A mind that wants to stay still.<br />
Still in this other world. <br />
<br />
Find peace of mind.<br />
Find serenity in this dream.<br />
I'm content to stay here.<br />
Lost forever in my minds' home.<br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 13px;">Copyright 2019 Lauren Hall ©</span></div>
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Alehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04482724588731166881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25932380023053580.post-62267347552952444172019-02-05T09:46:00.004-08:002019-02-16T06:31:13.057-08:00Burning Embers<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Light the match.<br />
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Let it all burn.<br />
Watch as the embers.<br />
Alight the darkness.<br />
<br />
Keep me company awhile.<br />
Let's sit here in silence.<br />
Gazing into the dark.<br />
As orange sparks flick by.<br />
<br />
Stay with me but a few.<br />
Heartbeats as we listen.<br />
To the crackling memories smolder.<br />
Erasing all that was.<br />
<br />
Watch as the stars fade.<br />
Behind a cloud of smoke.<br />
Trailing a way above us.<br />
Leading stairs straight to heaven.<br />
<br />
Feel the breeze waft in.<br />
As it gently caresses our skin.<br />
Cold lingers on the surface.<br />
Sending a shiver through.<br />
<br />
Hear the night creatures roam.<br />
Stalking around the edges.<br />
Glowing eyes to match.<br />
The embers as they glint.<br />
<br />
I can feel your presence.<br />
Keeping me safe from.<br />
All the wiles that surround.<br />
My body and mind.<br />
<br />
Loneliness wants to creep in.<br />
Be my friend for a while.<br />
How easy it would be.<br />
Let down the wall; holding all at bay.<br />
<br />
The cinders have become ash.<br />
The past is now gone.<br />
I turn away from what was.<br />
Letting a tear slip down.<br />
<br />
Hold me close as I release.<br />
The dam holding back all that was.<br />
I'll make it through this yet.<br />
I will be fine; when tomorrow comes.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 13px;">Copyright 2019 Lauren Hall ©</span></div>
Alehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04482724588731166881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25932380023053580.post-66934488814043609862018-12-09T10:52:00.000-08:002019-02-05T09:42:06.367-08:00Truth in Fear<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The glaring red signal beams.<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxcjoQnXkM2yJ7jUw1qqomMyYahxohaFRShbElRCUsh_ptwurCmsY80SFFMkghxRpRq-PfB5qMvc4Eu8Z8tLJlp89A-yFvXAjUNnziNjIOE-jEiNVERHJ9D4RBgVIpdmmNubHIoiAo5A/s1600/fear_at_night_by_mrlollipop93_d42djau-pre.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="707" data-original-width="1131" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxcjoQnXkM2yJ7jUw1qqomMyYahxohaFRShbElRCUsh_ptwurCmsY80SFFMkghxRpRq-PfB5qMvc4Eu8Z8tLJlp89A-yFvXAjUNnziNjIOE-jEiNVERHJ9D4RBgVIpdmmNubHIoiAo5A/s320/fear_at_night_by_mrlollipop93_d42djau-pre.jpg" width="320" /></a>It stares at me and waits.<br />
Knowing I'll eventually cave.<br />
Cave into the demand it makes.<br />
<br />
Determined to ignore the call.<br />
Focusing my attention on anything.<br />
Something other than the sound.<br />
Of all that tells me to look.<br />
<br />
See the chaos that wants to unfold.<br />
Watch the wall come crashing down.<br />
Feel the weight of the wave.<br />
That wants to drown me whole.<br />
<br />
Running seemed a good choice.<br />
Heart pounding in my ears.<br />
I don't dare look back on.<br />
The presence so close behind.<br />
<br />
I feel the hot breath on my neck.<br />
The towering image of it's shadow.<br />
Feel it reaching out to grab a hold.<br />
Tears prick at the corners.<br />
<br />
How long can I continue to run?<br />
The question comes unannounced.<br />
Is it worth running forever?<br />
Questions I don't want to answer.<br />
<br />
Is my willpower strong enough?<br />
To outlast my endurance.<br />
Will my stamina keep up with.<br />
The need to avoid the inevitable.<br />
<br />
My strength begins to wane.<br />
My steps start to slow.<br />
My heart pounds even faster.<br />
I'm close to hyperventilation.<br />
<br />
The shaking has slowly begun.<br />
Hands; first to show their weakness.<br />
Knees; following suit in fear.<br />
The body has betrayed me now.<br />
<br />
I close my eyes seeking strength.<br />
The power to will my body to turn.<br />
To face the presence waiting behind.<br />
It looms over me as if mocking.<br />
<br />
Taking a very long, deep breath.<br />
Swallowing down the bile rising.<br />
Willing the racking chills to stop.<br />
My body has chosen to listen.<br />
<br />
I start by standing up straight.<br />
Squaring my shoulders proud.<br />
Preparing for what's to come.<br />
I turn to face my fears.<br />
<br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 13px;">Copyright 2018 Lauren Hall ©</span><br />
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Alehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04482724588731166881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25932380023053580.post-7525090526130934502018-11-08T17:18:00.002-08:002019-02-05T09:41:57.004-08:00Tale of the Heart<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYpTQgzNHrQuagh_EfGySvrJc5_Vf0A7c52JUBC6J4wFUnqxQihMy-55F1cKlAP7CiUCU4vLOvrjIKnCDcAvyrGk5pEm7a-cR_fdb0BxusG2cBf6012CuLP6EdRcFhxJbiIZgNJkz79w/s1600/d3cg2wx-438c0360-4652-4952-9381-ca74a873296c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="604" data-original-width="900" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYpTQgzNHrQuagh_EfGySvrJc5_Vf0A7c52JUBC6J4wFUnqxQihMy-55F1cKlAP7CiUCU4vLOvrjIKnCDcAvyrGk5pEm7a-cR_fdb0BxusG2cBf6012CuLP6EdRcFhxJbiIZgNJkz79w/s320/d3cg2wx-438c0360-4652-4952-9381-ca74a873296c.jpg" width="320" /></a>When the world is full of life.<br />
Feeling all the wonders there are.<br />
Everything was pure and without strife.<br />
Nothing could possibly become grey.<br />
<br />
Making it by very much unscathed.<br />
This heart beating inside.<br />
It's been safeguarded by many.<br />
Many walls hold all well away.<br />
<br />
Floating around in this bubble.<br />
Cocooned from the terrors beyond.<br />
Beyond the walls that are there.<br />
Nothing can break through the barrier.<br />
<br />
Until one day - something does.<br />
It rang through and true.<br />
A beating heart to match it's own.<br />
The unmistakable sound of brilliance.<br />
<br />
Light made all the whiter.<br />
Life made all the richer.<br />
Love no longer confined behind.<br />
Behind these walls heavily guarded.<br />
<br />
Laughter filled the air around.<br />
Happiness began to surround.<br />
The hidden looks filled with nervousness.<br />
This seemed like something much more.<br />
<br />
More than the fairy-tales read.<br />
More than imaginings inside ones head.<br />
Much more than all that had been said.<br />
One could not deny the truth.<br />
<br />
Until the truth became uncovered.<br />
Horror filled the heart that was bright.<br />
The pangs of disbelief grew stronger.<br />
Wracking this body raw.<br />
<br />
This was more than sadness.<br />
The weight of all that had been.<br />
Hung heavy upon the shoulders.<br />
Now sagged from caring so much.<br />
<br />
Loneliness creeps in like a thief.<br />
Stalking around with it's empty hands.<br />
Feeding on the self-doubt and fear.<br />
Haunted eyes stare ahead blankly.<br />
<br />
The heaviness of the events gone by.<br />
Lie broken and cold underneath.<br />
As this body lays frozen inside.<br />
Inside for not a soul to see.<br />
<br />
The walls are slowly rebuilt with time.<br />
For time moves on by despite it all.<br />
Taking no notice to the pain.<br />
Of those living on borrowed time.<br />
<br />
All previous barriers have been fortified.<br />
Made all the stronger than before.<br />
Surely none can scale beyond these walls.<br />
Of a heart that's long been broken.<br />
<br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 13px;">Copyright 2018 Lauren Hall ©</span></div>
Alehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04482724588731166881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25932380023053580.post-18683553221177865002018-10-20T10:08:00.002-07:002019-02-05T09:41:46.114-08:00A New Day<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEUGyxJ4BJ4Kr4ITP1cTv4ioAIzUdPgNX83S83TYEROXiI5GVdk0Vpxr_uM6JXSnhmKEuGf6KpuD1Ahh7REnDr1jPvnJ3RRd7Hqse47HjaC_pnwyycgMVtE2NS7yM7h2Lu1R5QYVfcLg/s1600/the_outside_world_by_tec_nijzink-d375t64.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="900" height="284" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEUGyxJ4BJ4Kr4ITP1cTv4ioAIzUdPgNX83S83TYEROXiI5GVdk0Vpxr_uM6JXSnhmKEuGf6KpuD1Ahh7REnDr1jPvnJ3RRd7Hqse47HjaC_pnwyycgMVtE2NS7yM7h2Lu1R5QYVfcLg/s320/the_outside_world_by_tec_nijzink-d375t64.jpg" width="320" /></a>Floating on the edge of consciousness.<br />
Light filtered through lashes.<br />
Unable to fully open.<br />
To the buzzing of life that surrounds.<br />
<br />
Luminescence fills every corner.<br />
Telling of a new cycle of life.<br />
All tears from what was before.<br />
Have been left behind once more.<br />
<br />
The serenity that fills the room.<br />
Is a reflection of what's inside.<br />
It's never been felt until now.<br />
A time to reminisce is past.<br />
<br />
The cares of what has been.<br />
No longer hold any weight.<br />
Here where life is renewed.<br />
The present is the perfect gift.<br />
<br />
Beauty is found in simplicity.<br />
Stunning in it's intricacy.<br />
It winds it's way through and through.<br />
Until it's found it's place to stay.<br />
<br />
Assurance of what could be.<br />
Undertaking what will come.<br />
Time is but a fickle friend.<br />
Merely waiting for your determination.<br />
<br />
Finding the strength from failure.<br />
Takes on a larger task.<br />
Making way for the strong-willed.<br />
In this life ever changing.<br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 13px;">Copyright 2018 Lauren Hall ©</span></div>
Alehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04482724588731166881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25932380023053580.post-13688612736596817852018-07-15T13:43:00.001-07:002018-10-20T10:04:56.000-07:00The Cure<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
(So I found this poem among my drafts, didn't realize I had finished it and didn't publish it.)<br />
<br />
<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPALDyjiH-H9hh-Zwn_LFcm2sVCVpcEB8FFZVwyfkjLbCqC2GerByJl1QJWyGqpwjEWpWRYe3iVJ8V5GHw5JasdGU_NQmmHnOrGxWxprW0kNYsTPnHUrJAI_T8rE0vzA-OpEIW6iw4dA/s1600/the_iron_vial_by_anshelm-d4pcce4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="598" data-original-width="900" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPALDyjiH-H9hh-Zwn_LFcm2sVCVpcEB8FFZVwyfkjLbCqC2GerByJl1QJWyGqpwjEWpWRYe3iVJ8V5GHw5JasdGU_NQmmHnOrGxWxprW0kNYsTPnHUrJAI_T8rE0vzA-OpEIW6iw4dA/s320/the_iron_vial_by_anshelm-d4pcce4.jpg" width="320" /></a>Bound to silence with such. <br />
Fighting all that's inside.<br />
Struggling to find willpower. <br />
To keep all well hidden.<br />
<br />
If one should know. <br />
Would surely be troublesome.<br />
For not but one,<br />
But many. <br />
<br />
We lie in wait. <br />
For what we do not know.<br />
We laugh and cry.<br />
For what they cannot show.<br />
<br />
Trapped are we in this.<br />
Drawn out in such state.<br />
Fearing the possibility.<br />
Of the coming of hate.<br />
<br />
Surely the world will find.<br />
A cure is sure to come.<br />
To fight off this infection.<br />
Rooted deep inside. <br />
<br />
None can loose the deep.<br />
The waters so encased.<br />
Locked so deep inside.<br />
I have never faced.<br />
<br />
Found have they a cure.<br />
For this rooted mess.<br />
They tell me this.<br />
There is but one test.<br />
<br />
Struggling to the surface.<br />
Fearing the sound of failure.<br />
Fighting even stronger.<br />
To win this cure.<br />
<br />
Fight for life.<br />
Fight for love.<br />
Fight to win.<br />
Fight for freedom.<br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 13px;">Copyright 2018 Lauren Hall ©</span> </div>
Alehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04482724588731166881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25932380023053580.post-74468792062121243952018-05-13T19:10:00.000-07:002019-05-12T08:58:22.518-07:00A letter to Mother<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6WgSEvLk5pntcBiRrK1jaJZQ329XqkhbfI7MNBZ_grxW5b1rEWEsMeTXqKhHgfoLilc1xtbko8HlQO6_tXdV0ODJTqpA4Ad0lnO2eTFLio0BFhUiO-z24LLVfK6jqg91Xos73zONW4w/s1600/34086447ea7b0c00f3c4170699f24295.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="826" data-original-width="401" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6WgSEvLk5pntcBiRrK1jaJZQ329XqkhbfI7MNBZ_grxW5b1rEWEsMeTXqKhHgfoLilc1xtbko8HlQO6_tXdV0ODJTqpA4Ad0lnO2eTFLio0BFhUiO-z24LLVfK6jqg91Xos73zONW4w/s400/34086447ea7b0c00f3c4170699f24295.jpg" width="193" /></a>There's a moment in time where I stop.<br />
Stop to think about the amazing things.<br />
Those things that you did for me.<br />
To make me into the person I am today.<br />
<br />
There's isn't enough "I love you's".<br />
Not enough to fully express myself. <br />
To thank you for being there for me,<br />
But here's another one just in case.<br />
<br />
I love you for being my confidant.<br />
I love you for listening when I needed it.<br />
I love you for the silence when I need it.<br />
I will always love you to the moon and back.<br />
<br />
I know I don't always say it out loud.<br />
I hope I at least express it through action.<br />
There isn't a mother more deserving of that love.<br />
Perhaps I'm just a little biased, because you're mine.<br />
<br />
You're the mother who gave me knowledge.<br />
You're the mother who gave me the drive to succeed.<br />
You're the mother that helped me through everything.<br />
Thank you for being my mother.<br />
<br />
If there was a medal for mother of the century.<br />
I would give that award to you.<br />
Again I know I'm being slightly biased,<br />
But anyone who says different, Well...<br />
<br />
Thank you for being my support.<br />
Thank you for being patient,<br />
At least most of the time.<br />
And thank you for laughing at that.<br />
<br />
I may not always buy you flowers,<br />
Because you feel they're a waste.<br />
I hope you know I think about getting you them.<br />
At least the thought counts for something.<br />
<br />
This poem could go on and on.<br />
About what an awesome mother you are.<br />
Let me end it here and merely say.<br />
I love you forever and always.<br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 13px;">Copyright 2018 Lauren Hall ©</span> </div>
Alehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04482724588731166881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25932380023053580.post-13861452964019747902018-02-21T12:10:00.001-08:002018-02-21T13:01:58.292-08:00The Traveling Soul<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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A soul travels along an unknown path.<br />
There are no markings to give notice.<br />
Where this path might take them.<br />
It's unknown to those who've been before.<br />
<br />
Fog blurs the vision of what's ahead.<br />
Giving only sight to right in front.<br />
Don't extend your hand to see.<br />
You might lose sight completely.<br />
<br />
Walking at a tempered pace.<br />
One would assume there's naught.<br />
No rush to quicken the steps.<br />
Taking them down this unseen path.<br />
<br />
How long; they murmur to none.<br />
Because not one can hear.<br />
None can hear, because none are there.<br />
There; where path leads to nowhere.<br />
<br />
"Why do you travel, Traveler?<br />
Is there meaning to your journey?"<br />
The pebbles seem to say; in unison.<br />
Yet the soul stays silent in turn.<br />
<br />
"What is the purpose to your steps?<br />
Why do you press on forever?"<br />
The fog whispers quietly.<br />
Yet the soul does not reply.<br />
<br />
There seems no purpose to this quest.<br />
The query has gone unanswered.<br />
The steps seems aimless in their gait.<br />
There seems no end in sight.<br />
<br />
The path becomes more narrow.<br />
As time stretches on: it seems,<br />
As if by some mad design,<br />
There's a test near to come.<br />
<br />
"If you could but see ahead,<br />
I'm sure you would be more wise."<br />
Murmured the grass in hush.<br />
"NO!", shouted the wandering soul.<br />
<br />
Steps halted upon loosed pebbles.<br />
Breath puffing out amidst heavy fog.<br />
Grass silently swishing to and fro.<br />
"I must not see." spoke the soul, hastily.<br />
<br />
"I must not see further up the path.<br />
I can only see what's in front of me.<br />
Only harm will come from seeing,<br />
Knowing what's further beyond."<br />
<br />
The soul puts feet in motion again.<br />
Taking to the silence now felt.<br />
No whispers can be heard.<br />
Though silenced, they will test again.<br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 13px;">Copyright 2018 Lauren Hall ©</span><br />
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Alehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04482724588731166881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25932380023053580.post-62646148470503386072018-01-15T12:15:00.002-08:002018-02-21T12:07:07.938-08:00The Female Mind<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5TJEN9RrJBTzhdL2PSENX-thPgcr6pBZ5hLSF45KxiARnf10aWS1MlaDEqMIKYWs7SRjuNBchLQE9Mf0hMKlOhdIEQ0faOxOKUnUYAXPbX6W5Vs9WYV2_arfnxTe2oRQCVhgnFbnwUg/s1600/webex.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="745" data-original-width="1071" height="222" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5TJEN9RrJBTzhdL2PSENX-thPgcr6pBZ5hLSF45KxiARnf10aWS1MlaDEqMIKYWs7SRjuNBchLQE9Mf0hMKlOhdIEQ0faOxOKUnUYAXPbX6W5Vs9WYV2_arfnxTe2oRQCVhgnFbnwUg/s320/webex.jpg" width="320" /></a>To understand the female brain.<br />
I've heard this said by many.<br />
I find it rather humorous.<br />
That one would want to dive beyond.<br />
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Beyond the intensity that is our mind.<br />
Beyond the thoughts that make us, us.<br />
Beyond what makes us who we are.<br />
What's most hilarious, is this.<br />
<br />
The thought that the female mind.<br />
Is some complex math problem.<br />
Needing a PhD to understand.<br />
What any woman could translate.<br />
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Yes, I find this all a bit funny.<br />
That one could assume this much.<br />
That by knowing the female mind.<br />
You have unlocked some great mystery.<br />
<br />
I'm sorry to state the obvious.<br />
Though I'm sure any woman could tell you.<br />
The female mind is just this.<br />
Nothing special or hard to understand.<br />
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Simply solving the problem that is our brain.<br />
Will not help in understanding.<br />
Every female is not the same.<br />
We are not some cookie cutter form.<br />
<br />
I cannot solve this great mystery for you.<br />
Simply because, I am not every woman.<br />
I am only me.<br />
And she is only she.<br />
<br />
Though we may seem emotional creatures.<br />
We are stronger than some men.<br />
In that we can endure extreme pain.<br />
But love all the same.<br />
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Though we may break under pressure.<br />
Like diamonds, we come back harder.<br />
Through pain, hurt and despair we cry.<br />
Our tears will eventually wash away.<br />
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Faced with fear, we tremble underneath.<br />
What you see, is a stoic, brave mask.<br />
Not letting those close know.<br />
But forward we march instead.<br />
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We smile sometimes when we don't want to.<br />
We laugh although we may hurt.<br />
We move on, when we'd rather stay,<br />
Curl up and cry for a long while.<br />
<br />
I cannot speak for every lady.<br />
Because I am only me.<br />
Though similar we may all be.<br />
A woman is more than her looks.<br />
<br />
Scoffed by some for simply being.<br />
What some would call "A Typical".<br />
I will tell you this.<br />
You should not judge, before you know.<br />
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We are the product of our experiences.<br />
Much the same as you.<br />
Just because I have a female mind.<br />
Doesn't impair my general understanding.<br />
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I hope in this you've come away.<br />
With something more than,<br />
Understanding than before.<br />
Even though I cannot speak for most.<br />
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Alehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04482724588731166881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25932380023053580.post-29260723600197130212017-12-28T09:03:00.001-08:002019-02-04T20:22:27.940-08:00To Brave the Cold<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj_wVpEuTAyxG2XK1YOwlj_Ccpb_ErZrBeRp-LcNX77P0EqKTmwhdzCnwVVa-99828bQki3pmJ65XHUd-5n0XYiTNViGzUOzOuRs8cdqi7eRxVdYU2tH9apAVLlufPIs1ywsrtoy1AzA/s1600/65e65b14ffe576b7f8d407ec937ece35.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1169" data-original-width="827" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj_wVpEuTAyxG2XK1YOwlj_Ccpb_ErZrBeRp-LcNX77P0EqKTmwhdzCnwVVa-99828bQki3pmJ65XHUd-5n0XYiTNViGzUOzOuRs8cdqi7eRxVdYU2tH9apAVLlufPIs1ywsrtoy1AzA/s320/65e65b14ffe576b7f8d407ec937ece35.jpg" width="226" /></a>Looking out a window at the snow covered ground,<br />
I ponder if it's worth stepping outside today.<br />
How I'd rather grab some coffee and a book,<br />
Snuggle up next to the warm stove.<br />
<br />
Responsibility overrules the stalling,<br />
My feet comfortably toasty in slippers.<br />
"Alright" I grumble to myself,<br />
As I sigh dramatically to no one in particular.<br />
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I first grab the necessary layers needed,<br />
Five layers to be exact, to risk the cold.<br />
I stand there staring at the extra clothes,<br />
"Why am I doing this?" I think, yet again.<br />
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"Right, responsibility" I mumble in halfheartedness.<br />
I quickly put on the first layer, as teeth chatter.<br />
The second layer seems a bit easier,<br />
The third layer is a bit more stiff.<br />
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By the time I get the fourth layer on,<br />
I start to understand the Tin Man a bit.<br />
The inability to move my extremities,<br />
I start to question the need for a fifth layer.<br />
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Never the less! I surely will need it,<br />
Putting on five layers, the struggle is real.<br />
I am now sweating and questioning my sanity,<br />
Feeling the need to abandon ship, like; NOW!<br />
<br />
Oh no, I forgot the hat, and the gloves,<br />
How am I going to get those on now?<br />
Using yoga poses not yet done before,<br />
As well as teeth and more grumbling.<br />
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I now look as if I'm ready for battle,<br />
I dare say I could even stop a bullet.<br />
Walking as though my joints have rusted,<br />
I finally brave the outdoors.<br />
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My face feels the immediate burn,<br />
Cold; how cruel you are.<br />
Only fire should feel like burning,<br />
Yet you bite and burn just the same.<br />
<br />
As quickly as my body is able,<br />
I do what needs done and tending.<br />
Waddling like a penguin as I think,<br />
"How much longer till spring?"<br />
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I make my way back inside to warmth,<br />
Shedding each layer after layer.<br />
They make a nice pile on the floor,<br />
As I sip my coffee and read, ignoring the mess.<br />
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Cold; you are better seen than felt.<br />
More beautiful outside, seen through glass.<br />
You are a funny thing indeed,<br />
I think my infatuation of you has finally faded.<br />
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