Dream Watcher

Dream Watcher

A Poem by anne p. murray- LadeeAnne

 

 

I’ve walked down roads... foreign and unchartered

with menacing shadows that followed me

sitting on the edge of fate

with my toes dangling precariously over the edge

wondering which steps to follow

where the next path will lead

 

I wonder if I have become someone other than me

I’ve not always done my best

but given what I had…

I tried

 

I’ve had to extract my soul from tangled vines

from living my life to please others

A dream watcher

weaving webs of emptiness into my true identity

 

What must I do now…

to reclaim all of who I could have been

Should have been

 

So here I stand in my aged wisdom

with so many lessons that took so long to learn

Alone in my existence of me

I cannot change the past

I can only learn to be a true, free spirit

still emerging into my sense of  'self'...

Myself

Forever changing in creative intercession

trying to find truth in every moment

Listening to the voice of my soul

as the wind urges me to fly

kissing away tears of past turmoil’s

I'm learning to live all over again ...

To live

To breathe

To feel

 

 

By ladeeanne 2012

 

© 2012 anne p. murray- LadeeAnne


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I think this is something so relatable to others. Who hasn't gotten to this point in their life? Eventually, we all realize, that we have to start living for ourselves, to make ourselves happy, and not base our whole sense of self worth off of other people's opinions. This is very wise of you. I very much enjoyed reading it.

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anne p. murray- LadeeAnne
anne p. murray- LadeeAnne

Birmingham, AL



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