Changing the World Through Lost Dreams and With True Beauty

Have you ever had a moment when you felt alone?

A moment when your emotions just roam?

A day when nothing goes right?

And "wrong" is the word in your head all night?

You long for something you cannot touch,

An unconditional love you want so much.

To know that perfection is what you need not be,

And you receive acceptance from what all see.

Well, I may not have much to give,

But I once lived the life you live.

So, I'm offering you my heart and my love,

And all I was blessed with from above.

So, please take my offering with open hands,

And help me to pass it along throughout the lands.

For as I've learned and you will too,

Making a difference is the best thing you will ever do!

I wrote this poem probably over 20 years ago...one day after the many of Sundays that my parents made me go to church. As I reached my teens, I began to hate going to church. I remember trying every Sunday to get out of going. However, as far as my father was concerned, unless I was in a hospital, I had to be at church no matter what. Well, every once in a great while, I actually enjoyed going. I can remember one Sunday there was arts and crafts after church. For a reason I can't quite remember, I felt inspired that day to write this poem. I still have the original notebook I wrote it in with a drawing of the earth and children surrounding it (corny I know). I know in this day and age no one usually carries a pen and paper with them, let alone a notebook, but this poem reminds me of how some of my most inspirational moments came to me because I had a notebook to escape to.

How does one know when to believe

Why must they choose to leave

A heart they long to live for

A will to love forever more.

At one time everything was so real

A fairytale dream one could touch and feel

Life was finally true happiness at best

At last the heart could rest.

But reality was only a perception of the truth

And soon became something one could loose

A broken heart so easily left behind

Confusion taking over as state of mind.

So now life is far from a dream

Never to be what it seems

Loneliness is a forced resolution over love

Leaving contemplation of what lost dreams are made of.

I have to admit that I am a sucker for love. I love deeply and truly. But, the down side of being in love is falling out of love....or even worse....having your heart broken. I never like to say who I wrote my poems about because I feel as if it's the same thing as kissing and telling. Each poem of mine is so intimate to me. They all remind me of why I felt the way I did....why I loved that person...and even why at times I may have hated them. The most amazing thing to me about this particular poem of mine is that is it makes me want to fall in love all over again even though the end result is a broken heart.

Have you ever been mezmorized by such a sight

Taken by surprise by a spectrum of lights

Stopped in your tracks, your eyes can't let go

Of indescribable beauties you've never known.

When your mouth can't bare to say anything

Nor can your ears hear someone sing

For not even do you dare touch

Fear of its disappearance consumes you so much.

You want, you need its presence is what you think

You believe it is the missing link

Filling a space that had not been there before

Anticipating other beauties and what's in store.

So what is this beauty I speak of you ask

Answering me this question will be your task

Tell me is it love your mouth now can speak of

Or is it some song that has your ears a buzz.

What does it feel like to touch the sky

When in you a life grows inside

Is it the sight of a place you will never see again

Tearful yet blessed at a picture that never ends.

Now here I sit waiting for your reply

As you tell me the who's, what's, where's, when's, and why's

I imagine all that is said, a beautiful story is told

After all, all creation is the true beauty that you will behold.

Growing up I was always the chubby girl with glasses...I wasn't quite the ugly duckling but I definitely wasn't the popular, cheerleading girl status type either. Unfortunately, the closer I got to my teenage years, the more socially awkward I became (especially with boys), which really didn't help my "status." Let's just say I was not a fan of high school. But even though I've grown into what (surprisingly to me) many say as a sexy almost forty woman, I have learned that true beauty isn't what you think you see...it is so, so, so much more. My poem "True Beauty" was written at a time when I was trying to find my own beauty not realizing I always had it. My hope is this poem shows all of you your own true beauty.