Ugh, this weather makes me kinda lazy, gloomy and not very productive, in general. Yesterday at work was crazy, and I haven’t even been here an hour yet and the craziness has already started, go figure. RARGH. Its nice being able to shut myself in my office and close out the distractions…otherwise, I’d probably never get this written.
There are going to be two things going on here today…the first is that I am going to post some of my photography. I’m an amateur photographer and I really love to do sunrises and sunsets and landscapes. So, for future reference any pictures I post of scenery/landscapes on here is most likely something I’ve taken myself. I hope you all enjoy my photography as much as I do. I even have some of my pictures printed out and framed on my office wall. In fact, the pictures that I post today are the ones on my office wall.
I am also going to post a poem that I wrote last summer. This poem is very close to my heart. I wrote it during a very difficult and trying time of my life. A time where my vision was clouded by negative thoughts and heart ache, and my raw emotion just flowed out onto the page without any hesitation. I don’t even have to think about it, it just happens. It’s a release for me, therapeutic, it always has been. That is a big part of the reason I started writing a blog again, for me…for my own personal gain and emotional growth. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE having my friends and family read about my life, but for the most part since my writing is such a personal, important part of my life this blog means more to me than I think a lot of people realize. Yes, I do it for entertainment value also, but that’s just a bonus out of the equation. The fact that my friends enjoy reading my writing whether it’s just me blabbing on here or it’s actually a poem or piece I’m writing that means something to me…that is truly a blessing for me.
Insight of the Day:
“You shouldn't go through life with a catcher’s mitt on both hands. You need to be able to throw something back.”
So, here’s my favorite poem I’ve ever written. I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I STILL do.
Loves, Shel
The Path
She has been walking this path,
For some time now alone,
And with every step she takes,
She realizes she has grown.
Into what she doesn’t know,
She can only hope to see,
That this lonely path,
May someday turn into ecstasy.
Life is what you make it,
And every day is a gift,
She only hopes to walk straight,
And not start to drift.
She knows what she wants,
And sees everyday,
That life isn’t always so easy,
To her own dismay.
She continues down the path,
With her head held high,
Trying to stay positive,
Without a tear to cry.
Life is a roller coaster,
An ever winding path,
Yet she can’t seem to get away,
From the sadness and the wrath.
She pretends to be alright,
She hides her fears,
But things aren’t always,
As they seem to appear.
She knows that she is loved,
Her friends and family all care,
Yet this burden she carries,
She can hardly bear.
She just wants to go back,
To the days of smiles,
Yet she knows that ahead,
Are only more trials.
That’s what life is about,
It’s only a short ride,
And she wants to make sure,
She does nothing but try.
Try to be a better friend,
A better person in this life,
Yet she feels all she gets in return,
Is nothing but strife.
Trying to make life easier,
For everyone around,
Yet she feels as though,
She still might drown.
She pushes away the pain,
She hides what’s inside,
Even though she feels,
As if she’s already died.
Why can’t it be easy,
Why is everything so hard?
It leaves her weak and vulnerable,
And her heart has been scarred.
Yet she embraces the pain,
She learns from it all,
She refuses to give up,
She picks herself up when she falls.
It’s all she can do,
To keep taking it day by day,
To look up to the heavens,
And silently pray.
Pray for happiness,
Pray for love,
And hope that someone is listening,
From the heavens above.
The path sometimes dips down,
Before climbing back to the top,
She prays for the strength,
To climb without having to stop.
It’s worth the effort,
This long and arduous trail,
She just hopes she can make it,
At the top she will prevail.
24 July 08
There are going to be two things going on here today…the first is that I am going to post some of my photography. I’m an amateur photographer and I really love to do sunrises and sunsets and landscapes. So, for future reference any pictures I post of scenery/landscapes on here is most likely something I’ve taken myself. I hope you all enjoy my photography as much as I do. I even have some of my pictures printed out and framed on my office wall. In fact, the pictures that I post today are the ones on my office wall.
I am also going to post a poem that I wrote last summer. This poem is very close to my heart. I wrote it during a very difficult and trying time of my life. A time where my vision was clouded by negative thoughts and heart ache, and my raw emotion just flowed out onto the page without any hesitation. I don’t even have to think about it, it just happens. It’s a release for me, therapeutic, it always has been. That is a big part of the reason I started writing a blog again, for me…for my own personal gain and emotional growth. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE having my friends and family read about my life, but for the most part since my writing is such a personal, important part of my life this blog means more to me than I think a lot of people realize. Yes, I do it for entertainment value also, but that’s just a bonus out of the equation. The fact that my friends enjoy reading my writing whether it’s just me blabbing on here or it’s actually a poem or piece I’m writing that means something to me…that is truly a blessing for me.
Insight of the Day:
“You shouldn't go through life with a catcher’s mitt on both hands. You need to be able to throw something back.”
So, here’s my favorite poem I’ve ever written. I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I STILL do.
Loves, Shel
The Path
She has been walking this path,
For some time now alone,
And with every step she takes,
She realizes she has grown.
Into what she doesn’t know,
She can only hope to see,
That this lonely path,
May someday turn into ecstasy.
Life is what you make it,
And every day is a gift,
She only hopes to walk straight,
And not start to drift.
She knows what she wants,
And sees everyday,
That life isn’t always so easy,
To her own dismay.
She continues down the path,
With her head held high,
Trying to stay positive,
Without a tear to cry.
Life is a roller coaster,
An ever winding path,
Yet she can’t seem to get away,
From the sadness and the wrath.
She pretends to be alright,
She hides her fears,
But things aren’t always,
As they seem to appear.
She knows that she is loved,
Her friends and family all care,
Yet this burden she carries,
She can hardly bear.
She just wants to go back,
To the days of smiles,
Yet she knows that ahead,
Are only more trials.
That’s what life is about,
It’s only a short ride,
And she wants to make sure,
She does nothing but try.
Try to be a better friend,
A better person in this life,
Yet she feels all she gets in return,
Is nothing but strife.
Trying to make life easier,
For everyone around,
Yet she feels as though,
She still might drown.
She pushes away the pain,
She hides what’s inside,
Even though she feels,
As if she’s already died.
Why can’t it be easy,
Why is everything so hard?
It leaves her weak and vulnerable,
And her heart has been scarred.
Yet she embraces the pain,
She learns from it all,
She refuses to give up,
She picks herself up when she falls.
It’s all she can do,
To keep taking it day by day,
To look up to the heavens,
And silently pray.
Pray for happiness,
Pray for love,
And hope that someone is listening,
From the heavens above.
The path sometimes dips down,
Before climbing back to the top,
She prays for the strength,
To climb without having to stop.
It’s worth the effort,
This long and arduous trail,
She just hopes she can make it,
At the top she will prevail.
24 July 08
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