Take that Chance

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We worry about the things we didn’t do 
We worry about the things we didn’t try 
We worry all the time, but we have to take the chance. 

Take the chance at greatness. 
Take the chance and see what you can do. 
Take the challenge, take the flight. 
Don’t look back, just keep going. 
You will never know if you can do it, if you don’t try. 

You will never know what you can accomplish. 
You will never know who you will reach. 
You will never know who you helped. 

Take the chance at greatness. 
Take the chance and see what you can do. 
Take the challenge, take the flight. 
Don’t look back, just keep going. 

You can achieve  
You can succeed.  
You might fail, but don’t give up. 
You might succeed, so don’t give up. 
 
Write the book you always wanted to write. 
Learn that dance. 
Sing your heart out.  
Don’t let anything hold you back.

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I Don’t Give a Fuck!!!

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We worry so much about what other thing.
We watch things happen and never speak.
We never speak our mind. 

When we do speak, people become upset.
As if we have no right to speak out mind.
We have no right to stand up for someone,
As if our views do not matter. 

I'm tired of keeping quiet and worrying.
What if I say the wrong thing?
What if someone gets made at me?

I have always been worried about what people think of me.
Would people hate me? Would they stop being my friend?

Today I say, I don't give a fuck.
If you don't like what I say, stop taking to me.
If what I say, offends you so badly that you need to end a friendship,
Then you were never my friend. 

I don't give a fuck.
I will speak my mind. 
 

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If You Need Me

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You may not hear from me, 
but that doesn’t mean I don’t care or love you. 
You might think I don’t care or love you. 
You are always on my mind and in my thoughts, and heart. 

If you need me, I will be there. 
If you call me, I will answer. 

My door is always open.  
It is my fears that keep me away. 
Fear that you don’t need or want me. 

Fear that I am not good enough. 
Fear that I will be replaced. 
Fear that I am not loved or wanted.   

So call, write and I will be there. 
For you are worthy and loved by me. 

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Forgive

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Why do we let the same people hurt us over and over again? 
Why can't we see what's coming at us? 
Why can't we move out of the way and not let that train hit us? 
We hear the train racing down the track. 
We let it hit us, time and time again. 

We get hit so many times, that we say 
It's ok. 
I'm used to it 
or it's fine. 
Then we apologize to the person who hurt us. 

Time and time again the same scenario 
Forgive and forget 
Forgive and move on 
But are your walls now up? 
Are you cautious now? 
Or do we let the same pain and suffering in again? 

Why do we forgive and why do we let people back in? 
It is fair to let people in, but only at a distance? 
Does it make us an awful person to not allow them back in? 
Does grace mean letting them in too? 
or does it just mean not carrying the anger around with us? 

We offer compassion but where is our bliss? 
Where’s our peace and joy? 

Do we protect ourselves, or for the sake of grace, allow them back in. 

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I Write

I write when I'm happy. 
I write when I'm sad. 
I write when there's nothing to do but the thoughts they do come.
 
The thoughts of far-off places. 
The thoughts of great things. 
Thoughts of characters and places oh mind let me sleep. 
 
I write when it sunny.
I write when it snows. 
I write when it's rainy, and there's nothing to do. 
 
The thoughts of great murders. 
The thoughts of great plots. 
The thoughts of great romances, and killings and blood. 
 
I write when I'm angry. 
I write when I'm stressed. 
I write when I'm alone but the thoughts do come. 
 
The thoughts of true love. 
The thoughts of great duels. 
The thoughts of great illusions, wizardry and more. 
 
The thoughts of fantastic creatures. 
The thoughts of amazing feats. 
The thoughts of incredible triumphs, adventures, and more. 

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MOM

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Each spring day I think of you. 
I wonder where life would have taken us. 

I wonder if we would have fought through my teen years.   
Is this image of you that rolls around in my head true? 
Or just the memory of a girl who lost her mom. 

Would you be here for my kids? 
Do you watch us from above? 
Are you proud of me or did I let you down? 

Each day that goes by, I remember you less. 
Only through photos are my memories clear. 
Each day that does by, your voice fades more. 

I wonder where life would have taken us. 
How different would life be if you were still here? 
Is the dream in my head true of just? 
Or just the wish of a girl who lost her mom.

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SNOW

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The cold crisp sound,
It echoes as I step. 
 
Crunch crunch. 
 
The cold hits my nose, 
As my eyes sting as the wind blows. 
 
Crunch crunch.
 
It reflects the light,
And shines so bright. 
 
Crunch Crunch. 
 
The white is all I see. 
The wind is all I feel. 
 
Crunch Crunch. 
 
The smell of hot chocolate in the air.
The warmth of the blanket I long for. 
 
Crunch Crunch. 
 
I'm almost home.

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Keeping Quiet

I'm the vocal one. 
I'm the friend who tells you all. 
when I am sad, angry, and mad. 
I'm the one who speaks out because I kept quiet for so long. 

I'm the vocal one. 
I'm the friend who calls you to give you exciting news. 
I'm the friend who worries, frets and paces 
The one who hates when people are upset,
 but worst of all, I hate when the hate is directed at me. 

I'm the vocal one. 
It's a curse. 
I tell you how I feel, no matter what. 
I fear it's only a matter of time before you leave. 
For with these friends, I always fear 
When the time will come, when I know the truth. Broken, tossed aside so many times, waiting to be tossed again. 
 
Standing on the edge of a cliff waiting for that final push. Losing any real friends, as I fear the ones who are not and the ones I can't see.

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Writing Sprints

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When Friendship Was a Lie

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I stood by and watched 
And I didn't say anything 
And  sometimes I looked away 
 
My lips never moving 
My voice never making a sound 
In protest to your plight 
 
I never stood up and never spoke out 
I sat at my desk and watched and listened 
But never spoke out in your defense 
 
My heart hurt of the things they did 
My heart ached and I saw how they made you 
But too afraid to move 
 
So many people hurt and none of us could move 
We let them decide who we were 
And let them decide what we do 
 
Vile, heart retching acts and still, I did nothing 
We just followed the crowd 
And now all we have is regret. 
 
Where are you now?  
Will you forgive those who hurt you 
And those who just stood by 
Will you forgive me?

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