MIXING BOWL OF LIFE
BY FIONA CUMMINGS
One step forward
And two steps
backwards
Find peace
Then bloody conflicts
On my knees
Begging please
Or giving thanks
Together I fold my hands
And close my eyes
Searching for words so wise
Looking for signs I recognise
Reach the stars
Miss all that’s far
Feeling close
To those far from me
A perfect view
I can see
Then blinded by reality
Swapping rags for quality
Then finding holes among the cloths
Clearing the paths
Getting rid of all the moss
Echoes of laughs
Drowning in tears
The road is blocked
Razor words being regurgitated
Cut glass verbal’s
Yet more hurdles
Once again kindness is reciprocated
Life is complicated
Then perfect
A reject
Then very much in need
Hands which bleed
Skin like silk
Scars that weep
Nights to sleep
Midnight prowling
Wolves at the door howling
Sunny days
In a haze
Chilled by ice blades
Though orange is the sunrays
Shivering in June
The cobalt sky without a moon
The summer garden hasn’t seen a bloom
But butterflies and bees
Flutter and store honey in their knees
And birds sing their
beautiful tune
So ups and down
Sky to the ground
Look all around
To see the full picture
Your past and future
Put the pieces together
Like a jigsaw puzzle
If there are bits missing, however
It’s really not a
hassle
Build your castle
Look from the tower
Feel the power
You are king or queen
Sit by the stream
Picnic in the park
Be positive at night
In the dark
There will always be a light
During the day
Find your way
Parts of your life that makes no sense
Sit on the fence
And wait
Eventually the lost will come to your gate
Then all will be complete
Peasants at your feet
You will lift them up
Teach them not to except defeat
COPYRIGHT FIONA CUMMINGS 2015
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