Heartbreak

Drowning, capsized and falling beneath.
Water filling my lungs.
Making it impossible to breath.
Sinking to the cold hard bottom.

Heartache, crushed yet feeling numb.
Unable to feel my surroundings.
Too hard to move on with life.
Cringing at every memory.

Screaming, sobbing at every dream.
Insomnia settling into nightly routine.
Skin white as snow.
Blue tints the corners around my eyes.

Breaking, crashing and ear splitting.
The sound of a heart that breaks.
Pain no longer a feeling.
Instead becoming a memory.

Staring, incognizant and immobile.
All through the day long.
Through the night nothing moves.
Shadows creep around not touching.

Silence, quietness making the loudest sound.
Words have been lost inside.
Beauty fading with the sun.
Light drowned in darkness.

Loving, laughing and joy gone.
Bitterness seems not far behind.
Hope of tomorrow not seen or heard.
Who is to save now?


Copyright 2010 Lauren Hall ©

The Battle

In the silence they keep the edge of sound.
In the dimness they work constantly.

Fighting to keep their right.
Never once do they back down.

Battles follow them unyielding.
Not to cease till the sun reaches the water.

Keep me hidden away.
Safe from the terrors that surround.

Light the way through the darkness.
Walk beside me so I do not feel alone.

Amongst the heaviest battle.
Flying immediately to my cry.

Wings beating faster then wind.
Beating wings bring them closer.

Shrills fill the air around.
Shadows fade off the ground.

Darkness settles around my feet.
The air becoming tense.

Feeling as though I have been touched.
Being drug into this unending battle.

Not my fight to fight.
Not my battle to win.

Tears prickle at the corners.
Terror rising like bile at the back of my throat.

Amidst these million thoughts.
You are there beside me.

In the midst of the strongest storm.
Peace finds its way through.

I can fight your fight.
I can win your battle.

Dash to pieces these terrors of the night.
Let us stand together forevermore.


Copyright 2010 Lauren Hall ©

Lullaby

Deep inside there chimes a song.
Listen long and you’ll drift away.
Far away to Musintopia.
Way above to lullaby’s and musings.

Hear the song of the lark.
How she sings you her song.
If you stay to listen long.
She’ll keep you mesmerized in beauty.

Gliding along two love birds sing.
They sing to the world their song.
Making your heart light as air.
Leaving behind all worries and cares.

Moving along like a swift.
Hearing in the distance song and dance.
Music dances on the wind.
Bringing it closer with every step.

Hear the song of the birds.
Hear the sound of the wind.
Listen long and you’ll hear love.
Through the voice of thy beloved.

Drifted away with sweet lullaby.
Lost in a land of paradise.
Thy lullaby keeps me safe.
Safe in your loving song.


Copyright 2010 Lauren Hall ©

You are my

You are in every breath I breathe.
Impossible to live on without you.

You are the birds in the newness of spring.
My heart feels light with your song.

You are in every dawning of the sun.
You bring joy to my every tomorrow.

You are in the soft caress of the wind.
Bringing me comfort when feeling lost.

You are the water around my feet.
Guiding my every step towards you.

You are in the warmth of the sun.
Warming me with your beautiful smile.

You are my every heart beat.
Leave me and life would stop.

You are the light when darkness surrounds me.
Chasing away every shadow and demon.

You are the heat of summer.
Burning me up from within.

You are the ripple of laughter.
That only you can bring out of me.

You are the sparkle of the first fallen snow.
Making me immobile from staring at you.

You are here to stay in my heart.
I am yours completely.

Copyright 2010 Lauren Hall ©

Worthy Woman

Our place is beneath our head.
Striving to be obedient.
Loving our master whole heartedly.
Tending to our families every need.

We work all through the day.
Through the night demands never cease.
Going about our every duty.
To keep up a cheerful heart.

Our tasks seem simple.
In the eyes of the ignorant.
Not seeing the sweat on our brow.
Being wiped away before seen.

To know the love a woman holds.
Flowing to those around her.
Training up her children.
To walk away well prepared.

We strive to serve our family.
Rising up early to prepare they’re way.
Speaking kind words to uplift.
A harsh word only for the disobedient.

Keeping up a well ran house.
Orderly to the very last child.
The reflection that comes from within.
Our hearts toward our provider.

A woman who can find.
Her value cannot be bought.
Who seeks righteous through all her actions.
Putting her creator above all.

Our hearts desire to give.
Like giving unto a king.
Grumblings are never to be heard.
Her every word speaks truth.

Copyright 2010 Lauren Hall ©

Me and horses

When it comes to horses, I have been infatuated with them since I was a little girl. Most girls grow out of they're childhood dreams and find new ones.
Me? No, that never happened to me. Where most of my friends moved with they're lives and left behind they're love of horses. I held on to it with a passion and fierceness I would never let go of.
Without horses I honestly couldn't tell you who I'd be. One thing is for sure, I would not be the same person writing this now.
When we first moved out to the country about 15 years ago. We did not own any horses of our own, so we boarded for a neighbor of ours. She had two mares and they're foals. I ended falling in love with one and imprinted her. Not long after she took her horses back and we bought some of our own.
My first horse was a POA (Pony of America). She was the most stubborn horse I had ever met. Later on she got bred (accidentally) and had her foal in our pasture where I trained my first horse ever (Yes the foal). Lyla was born when I was around ten. When I was 13 I started the training of Lyla. It was really fun and I enjoyed it a lot. It wasn't like the movies you see the cowboys getting thrown to the ground or anything. I went slow and easy and gained trust and then worked from there. By the time they trust me I can get on they're back with no problem.
As I got older I realized Lyla was getting too small for me. It was time for me to find a taller, bigger horse. My dad and I started looking around and by the time I found one I liked I traded Lyla and some of my own cash for my horse Bud.
I still own Bud as of now. He is the worlds best horse. Ok, ok, so maybe he isn't exactly a perfect horse, but HEY! I make up where he lacks right?! (^_^)
I got Bud around 6 years ago and we are thick as thieves. We are both extremely stubborn and are constantly making circles around each other. Despite it all, we love each other to pieces.

Reflections

To regard oneself through looking glass.
Often time we set eyes upon another.
How altered vision is.
Seeing not what thy companion sees.

Imperfections one and all.
To look upon thy own face.
How does one hide large and small?
Broken glass shatters what might have been left.

Well worn mask lies close by.
Easy to reach in hasted retreat.
Never to again gaze through tainted glass.
Misconstruing images through its window.

Hide me from this calloused world.
Conceal me from they’re brutal words.
Take this misconstrued mirror away.
Keep it hidden far from me.

The world looks the same through tinted mirror.
How can I look so marred?
Where does beauty lie beyond?
Beneath this hardened heart.

Is it the heart that is tainted?
Does this looking glass reflect correct?
Is the heart pure and true?
Blemished mirror reflecting lies.

Break this glass upon the rocks.
Shatter in pieces its bitter lies.
Throw out all defiled bits.
Leave behind not a shard.

To look upon oneself in a looking glass.
Seeing what thy companion sees.
Through the eyes of thy beloved.
Should be reflected just beyond.

Copyright 2010 Lauren Hall ©