many faces of courage

courage doesnt always wear a soldiers face
or a purple heart
courage is sometimes proceeded by great trepidation
whispering hope to move the fearful forward
into the unknown
the mother who shields her child
the man who lays down his life
day after day for family
those who are weak in body
yet their spirit is resilient
through frustration and pain
those whose faith never waivers
even when doubt surrounds them
facets of perserverance
illuminating their lives
such brilliance cant be matched
it is the best of the best
beating down all critics
shining portraits of humanity
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Oct 2009
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you picked me up

i lost my way lost you struggled just to
pay the rent
i called you
you bailed me out
you picked me up

i cried over my ravaged breaking heart
fearing it would
never mend
your words were as a salve
you picked me up

i was angry frustrated with
a cruel demeaning boss
you listened
and were my champion
you picked me up

i got smashed all to hell
by a car
fearfulness frailty replaced
my energy
you were my best friend
when i couldnt walk up the stairs
lol
you picked me up
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Sep 2009
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hope is creating a garden in my life

hope is a word often said
yet undernourished
in these broken healing days
it has planted seeds in my heart
its an opportunity
for rebirth snd awakening
in the midst of the frustration
it quietly blooms
reminding me that as the days ahead
bring a stronger me that it is a time to revel to contemplate
to grow a better character
that blossoms into something wondrous in my life
hope
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Sep 2009
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love is four doors down

this is in response to those who keep adsking over and over does real love exist. sorry about my typing but i only have use of one hand.



love is four doors down
in a hospital room of an accident victim
love reports in at seven am and stays by her side
helping her do daily tasks that have now become
impossible alone
there in the pain and frustration of trying to walk again
there at midnight when the pain pills wont kick in
watching vigilantly that she is taken care of correct doses
going through exercises
it stays until late at night going home alone wishing she was there

love comes into the room of a stroke patient and patiently talks and waits for him to speak again
hovering and hoping that he will return to her in any form
that he will be able to say i love you again

love is there as you give it out and
give it out
and give it out
its the opening up of the heart over and over
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Sep 2009
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notes of pain

i close my eyes as the pain waves over my wrist and
shuts down the cognitive
it takes me back to the primitive
totally uninhibited
a fragile symphony
as my body tries to heal
a hand that would fit
in a dali landscape
the wrist bent back over a mesa almost without bones
as my eyes are closed
purple neon dark notes striking a different chord throughout my nerve endings
a broken woman for a time
but like all things this will pass
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Aug 2009
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For Lisa (Stepmonster)

Sparkling hazel eyes
laughter filling up the room
screaming and giggling
Out of breath chasing runaway balloons
five or six I can't recall
the years flew by
zoooooooooooooom zooooooooooooooooom lol

your elfin charm
sucked me in
I never had a chance
at times it was hard
being led on a merry dance
teaching me
lessons to be learned
that sometimes stepparents
have to earn
the right to be part of a
ready made family

daring brave heart girl
gutsy one
how you survived
us idiot adults
I will never comprehend
Too many times
you just needed a friend
at my best I was your champion
at worst I let you down

You toughened up over the years
angry words and tears
rebellion and trouble
following you
parents not always around
metamorphose to a teen
defined by attitude
and a ever present frown
Lisa Pizza turned
into bad a** girl
You couldn't depend on any of us
in your mixed up world
when you were only thirteen
your friend's life was
ended
just down the street

Struggling now a single mom
trying to mother your little boys
mommyhood and responsibilities
just as you put away your own toys
seeking some direction
not always knowing where to go
my dearest hope
that sorrow and anger
will be replaced with peace
and grace
when the time is right
a loving deserving man
will show you life can be very very sweet


no flawless humans exist
certainly not me
not quite everything
a stepmonster should be lol
Was ignorant and selfish
lacked clarity
whatever happens
as we travel this journey
I am glad I loved you darlin
as precious as if you were my daughter
and not a soul
can take that away from me
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jul 2009
About this poem:
The Stepmonster bit is obviously meant in humor and I am not her stepmother technically anymore but it doesnt matter to me her and her sister are like my daughters.
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