Being A Mother

There lays a tiredness inside of me It aches and screams, yearns to be free Pulsating worries vibrates up through my weakening spine Knocking the depths of my crown and mind Eyes so swollen and dry they no longer cry The soul is shattered it cannot abide Daylight passes so quickly as I sleep and

Poem

The emerald green meadows covered in rainbow coloured flowers, the sun light dances through the leaves and dances through the trees the mountains in the background watches over me and the lakes water reflects the sun light leaving me in the sunset alone with the wind, the winds sings in the sky and now it

Defeat – Kabila Gibran – 1883-1931

Defeat, my Defeat, my solitude and my aloofness;You are dearer to me than a thousand triumphs,And sweeter to my heart than all world-glory. Defeat, my Defeat, my self-knowledge and my defiance,Through you I know that I am yet young and swift of footAnd not to be trapped by withering laurels.And in you I have found

My own music

My song sings loud My song sings proud Notes not always sung in tune Decibels intensity measure to the moon My song sings mad At times sounds sad My music is my own Lyrics never shown My song sings fine Sung sweeter with wine My music makes people dance Captivating them in a trance