Stray Leaf: Visions of My Past

Stray Leaf: Visions of My Past: Fragile is my memory, Yielding visions that have haunted me. Taking me back to a long ago place, Welling up feelings of anger and disgrac...

Visions of My Past

Fragile is my memory,
Yielding visions that have haunted me.
Taking me back to a long ago place,
Welling up feelings of anger and disgrace.
My tormentor standing nude over a long narrow bed,
Me cowering in the corner full of fear and dread.
Memory, oh memory please make that time obtuse!
I keep yelling it over and over.., but alas it's no use.

by Donna Evans 8-7-2012

Coming Into Me

Musical winds pushing the chimes to and fro,
The flowers bopping to the beat of the wind.
Trees raising their arms, singing hallelujah,
Little birds chirp as they bathe in the warm waters of the bird bath.
All outdoors are vibrant, alive, and full of joy!
They seem to know something I do not.
All of nature has that internal happiness I struggle, and strive for.
Sitting in the midst of the trees, flowers, and birds,
Watching the bees buzz around loaded with pollen,
And the arachnids catching their supper,
I sense I am also a part of this....this thing I call nature.
Is my struggle for happiness unfounded?
Is it something I already have?
I feel myself smiling,...realizing..this is true!
Happiness has been in my peripheral vision all along.
I just couldn't see it, because I was too busy.
Too busy  searching for what someone else told me happiness was.


by Donna Evans 8-3-2012