Creativity on the Horizon...

After taking a break from writing, I'm going to start back at it again.  I want to start off by editing "The Shepherdess Princess," and then go to work on another story idea I have for a poetry devotional book based on scriptures taken from the Bible.  The poetry devotional will be a short 30 or 31-day pocket devotional I will talk to my pastor, or the church office about printing up copies to hand out to my local church congregation.

I already have the first verse picked out for it, but have yet to write a poem to go along with it.

I don't know when I'll be able to get back into the swing of things because the next couple of months are already filling up with appointments.  It may be April or May before I can take a breather.

Also, my mom is not doing well.  I am waiting for a phone call from my sister to let me know when to come see her one final time.  We hope she will last through the winter because the roads are impassable where she lives right now.

Merry Christmas, and Happy New Year!

Three Newer Poems

In The Secret

In the secret where we've met

I'm allowed to be upset.

What you did before

leaves me wanting more,

but do I want to risk

it all to be kissed?

How do I know

if our love would grow,

or if it will fade away

on some distant day?

Leaving me heartbroken,

and yearning for completeness again.

Is it too much to ask

to forgo everything that passed?

If I could forgive and move on,

I know I'll be able to find "the One."

Breathe Out, Breathe In

I breathe in, I breathe out

a wellspring of emotions

and abysmal notions

of a life I can have

if I took the risk to grab

on tightly with both hands,

and follow the rainbow's end.

Why aren't you here?

I need to hear your voice loud and clear.

I need some sage advice

on how to get on with my life.

Instead I breathe in, I breathe out

while living without.

I need a father, I need a friend.

When will the death spiral end?

I'm teetering on the brink,

so I breathe out, I breathe in

until I can see you again.

I'm constantly taking pills to numb the pain

of the jackhammer in my brain

while I fight to keep sane.

Across the Universe

Across the universe

everything is reversed.

Day is night,

and night is day

ever since you went away.

I don't know if I'll ever get back

the happiness I now lack.

The empty hollow deep inside

is what I constantly hide

from family and friends.

With my family, they're also on the mend.

A "boulevard of broken dreams"

is where I seem

to be living these days.

I would desperately like to move away.

Just a note to say I wrote "In The Secret" last night, and the other two poems are older. They all seem to fit together, so I decided to clump them into this post.