The Door

Unexpectedly, the phone rings, and he asks if he can stop by.

Yes, my voice says after listening to my heart.

My mind inquires of my heart 'is this right?  You know he has someone.'

'Does he really?' comes the reply. 'Maybe he wants me.'

My mind whirls not only with possibilities of love, marriage, and family,

but with me destroying something he has (may have.)

What should my decision be? What door is right for me, for us?

'He and me are the right decision' tells my heart.

'Are you so sure?' comes the reply.  'Do you want him to change you for someone else one day?'


'He will not. He loves me now and forever'

A cold silence is the reply.

Time ticks slowly by as no knock is heard.

My heart tells my mind 'maybe you have a point.'

My mind answers 'maybe you do too.'

They go on talking about what is the right decision.

Suddenly a rap on the door interrupts my wondering of what to do.





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As my heart and mind move toward the door to open it, they choose a door to go through.

True Friends

That's what true friends are for.

To be there when you are happy

sharing your joy and good news

To be there when you are sad

sharing your frustrations, and bad news.

To listen to you without judgement.

No matter whether what you say is good or bad.

To be happy for you, and to cry with you.


For better or for worse, true friends will stand by you,


and you will stand by them. 


So realize who they are and spend time with them, 


so your friendship does not fade into the past.


No matter how you feel, let those friendships bring joy to you


because without true friends, is life worth living?





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Mountains

Sometimes the mountains seem so big, so overwhelming.

I get scared about climbing them.

Instead I just walk up to the bottom and back off.

I repeat this again and again.

Until one day I break the mountain up into small chunks

and climb each chunk until I reach the top.

Then feeling accomplished, I can go down slowly.

Feeling the confidence within me.

Confidence that will allow me to scale the next ones before me.




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Walking a tight rope,

Wondering which way will I go.

which way will give me hope,

so i take it slow.

I breathe deep and feel my balance

walking ahead toward the end.

I get in a trance

and in the wind, I do not fall or break, but bend.





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Hope Dashed?

Made a mistake.

Waiting to see if the other shoe will drop.

Wondering if my heart will ache.

Lost it over the final flop.

Hopes dashed?

Did my best?

But is all crashed?

or will my fears be laid to rest?





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Hoof Beats

I hear 16 hoof beats coming in my direction.

12 of them I ignore, but four I focus on.

Wondering if should not oppose the the swing of the scythe.

I will be taken by that instrument one day, but now?

Now, when I feel no hope inside of the blackness I am in.

I am tempted to go with those four hoof beats.

The four hoof beats are coming closer, closer, closer.

Inside the blackness of my hopelessness, I await.

I feel the four hoof beats upon me.

I feel the scythe swinging toward me.

Then  I step back in hope.

And hear the fading hoof beats galloping on.

Things may be black, but not totally.

So I am happy to have stepped back this time.

THIS TIME.




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Him or Her?

He said ....

She said ....

Each told me the opposite of what the other said.

I like them and want to believe both their stories.

But how can both be true? 

Are both wrong?

Are they embellished to make themselves look better or the other worse?

Each want me to side with them.

Do I side with her or him?

Why do I only have these two choices?

Why cannot I see that I have another choice.

I can stay neutral and be there for both of them.

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