A series of 3 poems, shared by guest writer Kaylene, on her realizations through various stages of healing. 

OVERLOOKED

As I look up at the clouds,

I give a sigh and start to wonder.

Where I’m going, where I’ll stop,

Why I’ve been where I have been.

Are my choices all for nothing?

Has my story already been told

By someone who holds the answers

In the future, down the road?

If so, why won’t that person

Come relieve me of my heavy load?

And ease my troubles and my pain

And tell me how the story goes.

Still, no one comes and no one knows,

So I pretend I see the end.

I go about days like I have

All the time in the world to waste.

Filling the hours with meaningless tasks,

Missing the beauty and wonder around me.

Armed with a watch and calendar

I plan my life away…

While just outside night falls

And the dewdrops glisten on leaves.

And moonbeams cast a faint glow

On the world below.

And the stars cry out for me to

Watch them twinkle and fall.

But I’m too busy searching

For the meaning of it all.

REVIVED

Make your intentions known.

Who’d you come here to see?

If you’re asking for myself,

I’ve been gone for quite awhile.

 

Somewhere obscure, intangible,

Looking for what I lost.

I gambled on all the wrong people

And I’ve had to pay the cost.

 

I’m missing pieces of my heart.

They’re out there somewhere,

They’ve been repossessed by thieves.

 

I was blinded, so I apologize,

My vision’s still a little blurry.

Let me compose myself and

Regain my sense of balance.

 

Then I’ll get around to wondering

What happened to my sense of wonder.

And finally, I’ll attend to the real crisis at hand.

 

I’ll do everything in my power

To revive the passion that’s

Been slowly dying, gasping for air

Since it had no room to breathe.

Crying out for help, but not knowing which direction

To watch where the ray of hope would come from.

 

Tonight, someone came to rescue me,

Someone who carries a torch.

A messenger with a song,

Whose light shines bright and proud for all to see.

 

She reminded me I had a voice.

She understood my pain.

And from her beautiful, fiery spirit

Flew a spark of passion that reignited mine.

CLIMBING

An inner battle rages on.

Who will win today?

Will it be my former self

or the woman I long to be someday?

 

There’s so many on the sidelines making bets,

Throwing their two cents around,

But if I let the crowd distract me,

I’ll just keep losing ground.

 

The mountain is beautiful,

The climb brutal…

A fall could prove fatal to my soul.

The wounds and scars are starting to show,

and it’s obvious this trip is taking its toll.

 

This cocoon is tougher than I thought,

I’m trying so hard to fly,

To burst out and show the world my beauty,

Like a shooting star in the sky…

 

Not so much for selfish reasons,

But for the fact that beauty inspires.

I want to share the passion I’ve found,

and the truths that I’ve acquired.

 

It seems the higher I climb,

the more I find it hard to breathe…

 

And the longer I stay in my fairy-tale world,

the harder it is to leave.

Because magical things have happened to me

Along this yellow brick road.

 

And I’m finally reaping a harvest

From all the seeds of faith I sowed.

 

So I guess this means that God’s been listening all along.

And the trials in my life have just been helping me get strong.

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