MY HEART
IS A LINK
Links on a
chain
can be broken;
once rusted
they do give
way.
Heartstrings
unravel with
age...
Some may be
crocheted
back together,
others
break apart
and fly
into the wind.
Without
expectations
they may find
another
to latch
onto...
locks unlocked
without need
of keys....
TOO
LITTLE TOO LATE?
As I look at
the world around me
and hear of
atrocities near and far,
I often
wonder:
is it too late
for us all?
Have the
"sins" of our past caught up
to us, to
potentially spell our
collective
doom?
How have we
become so selfish,
heartless, and
mindless, as to
seek after our
own demise?
I not only ask
myself this but wish
for you to
ponder it also...
but that each
of us could but do
our part each
day... those little
random acts of
kindness...
on to bigger
and better things,
a world of
change before us
for the
doing...
Choices
Every day is
another chance
to forgive,
forget, do right
by our own
consciences,
not by what
others propose
we should or
shouldn't do.
Life is about
choices and we,
as humans,
more than able to
reason, need
to take time
to think about
consequences
in those
choices that we make.
Liberation
Behind steel
bars
of pent-up
emotions,
I've paid the
price.
Bring back the
key
accidentally
tossed
into my
emotional
garbage bin.
My time served
(for
poor choices
made)...
wanting out of
this
dreadful
dungeon,
I plead my
case:
release me!
JUST A
SHELL
Arrogance rose
up from his body,
like a
roadkill's hot steam in the
dead of
winter.
He had an air
about him, his swag, the
way he
strutted...nose in the air, chin up,
confidence
screaming out...
And, talk
about looks; he'd make your
body melt like
hot maple syrup, if without
his giving you
a second thought...
Gorgeous on
the outside, yes,
but his heart
not so much so...
too bad for
him, too...
looks fading
with time,
as they
inevitably would...
[ANNETTE CHRISTINE JAMES]
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