Thursdays Child

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Thursdays Child

scurry, scurry little ants, that the hive might thrive
do not falter summer squirrel for winter soon arrives
these the mindless moments that fill our pointless lives
all of life until we die, is merely to survive

I try to see the beauty in every new sunrise
knowing new days only bring new forms of compromise
while all around the meaning found crumbles into lies
hope dies, heart sighs, life is pain without reprise

children shall I teach you of futility and loss
shall I tell you every joy has come at such steep cost
fleeting moments fading fast in memory get lost
that happiness is only ever tasted as almost

no I think 'tis only me who suffers so much woe
empty seed was all I really ever had to sow
no surprise the harvest is afflicted with sorrow
Thursday's child it would seem, still has far to go

so up I am to greet the day with grim determination
somehow I must find the strength to acheive my reclamation
break these chains of misery, despair and isolation
if only to share lessons learned from bitter desperation

I may have only known the darker, dismal side of life
but there are lessons to be learned in never ending strife
I am more than qualified to teach you how to fight
sadly I am ill-equipped to teach you what is right

knowledge is illusion which wisdom strips away
there are no real answers here to light our lonely way
is there a God?  I do not know, I really could not say
all I know is what it takes to make it one more day

I fought for love I did not feel for all these empty years
trying to fix someone else while avoiding my own fears
my life is just a fun house of distorted, twisted mirrors
and I am only drowning in my sea of unshed tears

for you, my children, I will not resign to this defeat
please give me just a little time to taste of something sweet
I need to know myself again, to escape this vain deceit
I'm digging through my wreckage but as yet am incomplete

my heart is sorely grieved, my self-respect is gone
I've finally faced the hard cold truth, I knew it all along
choices made with good intentions ever turn out wrong
the harshest truths are holding me aloof and so withdrawn

my love for all of you compels speedy recovery
but haste makes waste and I can't afford the loss of more of me
if I'm to teach you anything of value, can't you see
I must learn to find the answers in self-discovery

be patient please sweet babies, know the day will soon arrive
when Mommy will be happy, smiling, laughing by your side
for now I know you know I'm sad, but this is just a season
cold and hard this journey is, but not without a reason






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Tarlton009 commented on Thursdays Child

01-10-2012

your words are so powerful, you have a great talent, but I pray that I might give you hope. God does exsist, I know its hard to believe sometimes with all the bad things we go through and the evil of this world, but the truth is God does not cause them, in fact he offers us a way to over come them, please forgive me if I offend you this not my intention, I only wish to bring you the Hope that I have found if you want to know more about the hope please message me I would love to share it with you, and may God send blessings alike the spring time rain, to wash away your sorrows and heal the deepest pain. You don't have to face it on your own.

Tempestlady commented on Thursdays Child

08-03-2011

This one is the best of all that I have read of yours! It speaks so clearly and concisely to the bottom of the heart. It is soulful, and sad, and gut wrenchingly honest. I do not know much, but I have lived a parallel life (if you have read anything of mine, you know i am blunt if nothing else). I know this, when I am sad if i give twice as much it helps, i know anytime i make someone else feel better, it helps, i know that when i truly understand the cause, it helps, and when all else is gone to just keep moving helps. I buy myself flowers when i am in a fog, i get exercise and walk the dog, I bake cookies too many I am sure when i need a cure, but the hardest of all was to tell my son the reason why i cry. It enabled him to give his help and advice and as the person that knows me best, had the best advise to give of all. You are responsible for your own emotions, you truly have the ability to give yourself everything you need, but it helps more to do it for somebody else. Write on ......please write about the reasons......Tlady

tenderpoison

08/03/2011

Thank you so much for your comments - I have also written about the reasons (many times!) and those poems are posted here as well. In a nutshell - very emotionally abusive marriage. My ex is a narcissist. I left in April of this year and haven't looked back. Thank you for reading - I'll be sure to visit your page as well.

Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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