The Path

In the beginning the path is smooth

Unencumbered, no burden

Heart and words gave only truth

Time moves on

I beg it slow

Masks removed

Thy wrinkles show

Undulating journey

Now tired and worn

The road gets bumpier

We gaze forlorn

The trail walked

cracks were showing

The lights were on

Highlighting the path of knowing

A pilgrimage

No matter,

parts were broken

Life is an lesson

Learn and live

Leave no words unspoken

Crimson Creative Challenge

#CCC22

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Magic set free

We once were magic

We set it free

Like a bird in an open cage

It flew away, we let it be

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Where will it go

Where will it land

Can we get it back

Will you again hold my hand

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Fly back to us

through the air

Like magic again

Release my despair

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Look after my heart

Please restore my hurt soul

Let’s learn the same language

Again us together can be whole

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Teach me to trust again

Surrender the evil sting

Catch me if I fall

Make my heart sing

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Let me believe

In your virtuous being

Honourable, righteous

Inspiration foreseeing

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Give me reason to believe

And you will again hold my heart

❤️

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These 3 challenges together in this piece. Thanks for great word prompts all of you ❤️

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/04/02/elemental-writing-challenge-april-2/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/03/02/your-daily-word-prompt-magic-march-2-2019/

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/04/01/opposites-attract-challenge-april-1/

There is no monsters

There is no monsters under your bed

an alternate identity

your worse enemy

The monsters are in your head

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Unalluring in the darkness

Surprises you as she bares her teeth

Reminding of the what is repugnant deep beneath

This monster is heartless

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The monster rearing itself on the inside

Breaths are short and shallow

Dry mouth, impossible to swallow

Under your attractive surface, she will hide

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The monster is angry

Defiant, uncompromising in its reality

Quivering, sinking I have ceased to be

The monster is pointing at me

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Raging against her

You deny her

You push her

You no longer believe in her

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The monster grew on your fear

Return to me, my true essence

Bring softness to my presence

Recover my tender heart, so dear

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Don’t hold to anger, hurt or pain. They steal your energy and keep you from love.

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Challenges incorporated into this poem

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2019/03/23/identity/

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/03/23/story-starter-challenge-21/

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/03/24/opposites-attract-challenge-21/

The Magician

/#writephoto – Sue Vincent

Startled she awoke

By the hush of the dark

Her sweet slumber was broke

The moon staining her face

Like a beautiful birth mark

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The silver white moon hung

Like a chandelier radiating light

As if magic had entered

On this inky black night

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This was her fathers sacred space

He came here to find inspiration

Where sky and leafscape interlace

He would sit in Natures creation

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As a child she sat by his side

She stared into his gentle face

Her heart would swell with pride

And overwhelming love

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She went to his favourite spot

To connect with him

Hold on, her sorrow forgot

Shine on me father, in my heart you shall never grow dim

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She lay down below the moon so divine

The wind so gentle, singing to her

Oh daughter of mine

In her slumber her soul hears the silence stir

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Her sad eyes slowly open

She sees his sign

A dream filled sleep joyfully broken

At this moment our two worlds align

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Dad is that you

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She stares lovingly at wizards hat

Her father the magician showing her that his magic still exists in our world

Again she hears the song

Daughter of mine that he sang for her on her wedding day

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I love you dad ❤️

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Here is the song he sang to his daughter

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y5AIpz3BE5U&feature=share

The angry man

Unhappy within himself

He had lost his ability to find joyous moments and occasions in his every day, every hour and even moments

Why did he get angry when she eagerly ate the cake he bought her. He watched her eat with such verve that was wonderful to watch, if you were not he!

The cake was oozing it’s generous fillings, they dribbled down her chin. She didn’t care. A crumb sitting happily in the corner of her mouth. A drop perched itself high upon her heavy breast.

So displeased as he watched this horror show, he wanted to yell, for god sake, why are you so clumsy? Clean yourself up!

As she pushed the last mouthful into her mouth, her happy face turned to a sad face as he curtly told her “ wipe your mouth”

Still savouring those last morsels of her delectable cake, she patted around her mouth. Missing the spots with every dab, the angry man became more displeased with every flub.

There he growled pointing to the corner of her mouth. As she missed again he snapped “NO at her, “to the left more”. Rolling his eyes as he snarled NO! again slamming his fist on the table.

Looking down at her empty plate, the joy in her gluttonous experience was made joyless by the way he spoke to her. Why can’t you wipe it off for me? Why do you get so grumpy with me?

He sat and took in her words. He knew he was hard on her. She was right. He asked himself silently, why am I unhappy? Why do I blame her for my unhappiness.

The only thing blame does is to keep the focus off yourself when you are looking for external reasons to explain your unhappiness or frustration. You may succeed in making the other feel guilty or bad about something by blaming them, but you won’t succeed in changing whatever it is about you that is making you unhappy

Wayne Dyer

Janette Bendle

Disconnection

From day one our hearts were full of positivity

We were infatuated

Complete in levity

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Our lightheartedness was intoxicating

Our passion

Steamy

Liberating

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Smiles changed to scowls

Attachment to detachment

Frivolity led to growls

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Disconnection

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And in all his earnestness he told me he did not think he loved me enough to keep trying..