Some choose to not see color Instead, diverting their eyes To the distant horizon Where dark storm clouds reside Clouding the beautiful moments That reveal themselves each day Sunrises and sunsets Keepsake memories to tuck away Choose to search for color Not for shades of gray Cherishing fleeting moments That too soon will fade away… Read More Sunrises and Sunsets
In the void of silence Hear the words Whispered So, they’re barely heard; They speak volumes About who you are Prophesy About your rise and fall; Some days they’ll torment Wear you down Scream Your lost, never to be found; Other times they’ll encourage Lift you up Sing In praise of sweet success; In the… Read More Void of Silence
Why do the sweetest souls Always go too soon Leaving us to reminisce About past sunsets and risen moons; To a time, your face was bright with color And your laughter filled the air When the sparkle in your eyes Said more than words could ever share; Yet still I search for pieces Of the… Read More Sweetest Souls
Wings… That guide Wings… Of strength Wings… Of healing Wings… Of faith Wings… Of comfort Wings… That shelter When the weight of the world Pushes and holds us down Wings… Promise the lost That we are found
To the broken Crumbling Battered and discarded show MERCY And find beauty In the souls Who once were forgotten
Fill your life with color That will seep into all your days Blending away the blues And smudging out the grays; Make your finished portrait A collection of each day Stretched across a canvas A scene, ready to display; As artwork, you’ve completed Through blood, sweat and tears Only truly finished When your signature appears
Share… You may have exactly what someone else so desperately needs
A blessing for all Weary eyes to see Is the beauty beheld In the buds on a tree; Clusters of hope That hold secrets inside Of the sweet taste of pear More time will provide
Tears have soaked into the ground and quenched the thirst that grief had found; The clouds have faded melted by sunrays that light the gloom of darker days; Brightening the gray where memory buds hide to a pastel glow where you bloom and survive; As a melody the songbirds sing under a rainbow promising the renewal… Read More Renewal
It all begins At a starting point And grows from there With a single choice; Which direction Will you choose And with that choice Will you win or lose? A lucky few end up At the starting point, again With a second chance to choose What they should’ve chosen then
Jessica M. Collette 
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