Till the darkest hour came, I did not appreciate dawn.
Till I had no place to go, did not appreciate home.
Till I could held you in my arms no more,
I could not appreciate you for who you are.
The tides came and went, but you stayed.
Many people came in, and left the other day.
The seasons changed, to them I bet farewell,
But you lingered on, even when my hopes fell.
Life evolves, the colors of things change.
The ones I love, left, the things I sense.
Must open the cage and let the white dove fly
Let it go, with all my hopes, up to the sky.
KB, November 2008.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
The Burdens of Yesterday
When is early in the morning and you still carry the burdens of yesterday,
When your mind is trying to focus on now but instead goes back and forth,
When your heart is overflowing with love but still makes stops for the pain,
You know you are torn and still re-leaving the remains of the day before.
When you feel yourself tired and weary and struggling to get up,
When the bills are due and there is no other option but to keep going,
When loneliness sneaks in and is your only counselor for that,
You know there is something to review in whatever you are doing.
When your eyelids get heavy and coffee does not do much anymore,
When you don’t open up because everyone has its own burdens,
When for a tear to come up is even harder than before,
You know you are letting yourself go, and your heart hardens.
But if you find a quiet place to just sit still once in a while,
If you go back to things you really enjoy, and overcome,
And if you take time to listen to what is so fragile,
You might wake to a new morning, and see yesterday gone.
KB, November 2008.
When your mind is trying to focus on now but instead goes back and forth,
When your heart is overflowing with love but still makes stops for the pain,
You know you are torn and still re-leaving the remains of the day before.
When you feel yourself tired and weary and struggling to get up,
When the bills are due and there is no other option but to keep going,
When loneliness sneaks in and is your only counselor for that,
You know there is something to review in whatever you are doing.
When your eyelids get heavy and coffee does not do much anymore,
When you don’t open up because everyone has its own burdens,
When for a tear to come up is even harder than before,
You know you are letting yourself go, and your heart hardens.
But if you find a quiet place to just sit still once in a while,
If you go back to things you really enjoy, and overcome,
And if you take time to listen to what is so fragile,
You might wake to a new morning, and see yesterday gone.
KB, November 2008.
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