Writing my heart out
It came as a shock
looking at the picture
she had no idea
that she had let time
cast such a shadow over
the woman she once was
it was enough of a shock
to pull her out of the box
of regrets and mishaps
to begin all over again
with fierce resolve and determination
to conquer the past
shock herself
and everyone else
by becoming the woman
she wanted to be in the pictures
đź’—Jeanna’ Mead
8 21 a.m. 1-17-17
It seems to me
That my desires change
From day to day
Moment by moment
Sometimes I desire
Peace and quiet
Solitude….a chance to write
Outside on the patio
Surrounded by nature
Other times I can’t wait
To feel the music
Beneath my feet
And dance all night
The pleasure of company
Loved ones with me
On cold days,I so desire
A crackling fire
Cup filled with cocoa
Fresh baked cookies
Books to read
But as soon as it warms up
The things change
And I desire
Juicy peaches and mangos
Fresh squeezed lemonade
Coconut oil rubbed on my skin
Feet plopped in the sand
There are times when i desire
Nothing but an embrace
And other times I can never get enough
Of my love language of touch
I might desire to slip away
Unnoticed
A wisp in the air
Another times I make sure
My desires were made clear
The only thing
That’s never changed
Is my desire
To be me.
Jeanna’ Mead
5 39a.m. 3.4 17
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