Tuesday, 24 February 2015

Feb 24/2015

Hello, i am supposed to do this every day, i like listening to music,
as i write ,! it inspires my words & my thoughts, and as they drift,
Just go with the flow, what if its not flowing , how you had hoped,
What if the dams, burst, what if, what if, if,s but,s and maybe,s,
Life is full of them, Some sent to test you, some to teach you,some,
disguised , in all forms they come, its up-to you, the individual, to
listen and clarify all before throwing any mud, always have a good look.
Listen and learn , lessons are sent to try and of course make us who we are.
You can get stuck in a rut, and when it boils down to it, It is usually yourself.
That is left to deal with , the fall out, emotional battering,. Yet we all have our
ways of dealing with what life throws at us, not even knowing yourself,
Whats right from wrong, You only know 1 way and even as the years an you age,
You still learn, You might not see , this at the time, on reflection, that's when,
It will all become clear, is that too late for us all, Do we have the time, to sit an reflect?
Think about the what if,s . No we dont, live is for living , there is a book, Author,
(Tom Gordan). This book has so much , to give , its also about having to let go,
Its a sore one to read, all different people.  All walks of life, in their final , Journey.
The ones left behind, the ones that have to go on, They can only look on & try ,
Help in each an every way, Even just being there is a help, you don`t have to say ,
or do anything. Just being there is enough, This gives comfort on so many levels.

Just be there, Even in silence, that silence , speaks volumes. In all different ways,
all different levels, Grief is a hard thing especially, when its someone close, Sad to see.
2 become 1, after all those years, not just 1 or 2 but 30, a lifetime, Then all goes
and changes, the silence is the most deafing, and probably the worst,
I was used to loads of noise plenty comings and goings, never a dull moment
so to speak, Thats on reflection , at the time , it would have been a right pain,
in the behind, I have learned , so much for my years , probably, forgot, more than i
remember. It comes back in bits and pieces maybe a piece of music a smell. Brings it all,
back , the reflections now memory`s, Nightmares in my living life, So isn`t it funny .
Not funny haha, even though some can`t help themselves, these are the ones,
who make it all worth the effort, at the time it is an effort but , you get strong.

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