Distant

My hands reach for yours
but you pull away each time.
The sea between us widens into an ocean,
wider than the thin wall that separates our rooms.
We drift apart like the tectonic plates of Africa and South America.

You are never there.


‘hi’ and ‘bye’ are the only words we manage to string together in conversation.
The person I once knew is no more.
I see a vague picture of you but quickly it fades away,
all that is left is a shadow; a figment of my imagination,
A total stranger.
Your silhouette stands outside my memory.

© The poets voice~~~ February 2009, All rights reserved.

love

As you celebrate love, remember what love really is about.

1 corinthians 13:4-8 - Love is patient, love is kind.

It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.

It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.

Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.

It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

Love never fails.



**Happy Val's day bloggers and readers!!


© The poets voice~~~ February 2009, All rights reserved.

I heard a voice

I hear but I don’t listen
The voices that tempt me
Like gold they glisten.
I see things which are not really there
And the will to succumb is greater than for prayer
I live with people who are in my head
Constantly tormenting me, wishing me dead
I live with this pain each day
It’s not as simple as black and white
How do I explain this?
When there’s an in-between of gray

The will to cry and end it all is strong
But the power is just not mine
Frustration overshadows rationality
The heart bleeds. It bleeds, it bleeds.

Wait…
I hear a voice
A sound quite vocal and articulate
Accompanied with such authority
Quite different to the others

“Quiet. Be still” it says

And the other voices were suppressed
At long last- silence…

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*Schizophrenia, paranoia or maybe depression can be life-threatening.When you are associated with a mental disorder of some kind, you find that you seem not to have a value for life.You lose your ability to make good judgements and everything pretty much goes down hill from there. But this poem is saying that there is a voice- the voice of Jesus- which is strong enough to silence every other voice in your head. In Mark 4:39, Jesus said to the storm: "Quiet! Be still!" and it calmed down.Just know that every storm in your life can be calmed.*

© The poets voice~~~ February 2009, All rights reserved.

My Mother

My mother,
Who brought me up at birth
And laid me to rest

My mother,
Who kept me safe
And saw me through my rainy days

My mother,
Who saw through me
And knew the pain I was going through

My mother
Whom I will always love
And cherish till everlasting days above.

© The poets voice~~~ February 2009, All rights reserved.