I haveA Poem by Autumn's ChildInspired by the contest of writing 50 things I have doneI have sang to the moon songs only He could hear, Felt His comfort as I cried over everything I fear. I have climbed the tallest tree and hid among the leaves, Watching the world go by with my arms around my knees. I have spent eight dollars on a whole tank of gas And filled up with seventy while paying out my a*s. I have let the house get dirty in favor of good times Creating memories that last more than floors free of grime. I have driven through six states to give water to the poor And felt God’s hand on my shoulder as I longed to do more. I have felt the hand of a lover cause damage to my soul, The same hand that held mine as two lives became whole. I have learned that “never” is a promise not to give Because sometime that “never” is the only way to live. I have saved a spider’s life when I scooped it out the door And flushed one down the toilet just for being on my floor. I have kissed Peter Pan and let him make me young again. And said goodbye with a smile as my heart shattered within. I have laughed with more joy than a hundred sunny days ‘Til tears stained my cheeks in a hundred happy ways. I have made love under the stars, in a castle, in a bed. I have experienced great passion painted every shade of red. I have held a woman’s hand, felt her last breath as she died, Washed her vacant body when her soul crossed the tide. I have stayed up all night as words flowed from my pen, Afraid to fall asleep and let the muse escape again. I have flown a kite with ease, letting it carve against the sky, Dancing with the wind in a tango way up high. I have hoped for the future of a baby in my womb And buried him in the ground while the angels made more room. I have gone without eating in a fast based on prayer, And gone without eating to shrink fat that wasn’t there. I have driven all night while my children were asleep To reach the city I love where the ocean makes me weep. I have smoked a salmon, a clove, cigarettes, a reef, Let it numb my senses with the burning of each leaf. I have shaved my head to rebel against my dad And felt shame and hurt when he yelled with all he had. I have started a novel based on love’s untimely demise And let the story die when I saw life through new eyes. I have kissed a stranger with a lie that we’d met All to tally up the score in a schoolgirls’ playful bet. I have dated a boy because I only loved his name, Denying the fact his potential was a shame. I have planned my death in countless different ways, Stood at the edge of the rock and walked away with more days. I have planted a garden filled with anger, death, and tears And walked away from a marriage of 5 tumultuous years. I have started from scratch only to start over again, Building my dreams that change as often as the wind. I have written many essays about life as a mom And shamelessly plugged winecountrymom.com. I have given my heart without removing my clothes. I have given my body without love’s sweet prose. I have been afraid to look any man in the eye, Afraid that his blame wasn’t a lie. I have overcome my fears through years of discovery And realized my strength after a long recovery. I have sang my song to you in this poem of me But my view and your view might be seen differently, For you see me as words with a photo to go along But I also have a will, and my acts are sometimes wrong. I have lived my life under God’s watchful eye Knowing he knows when I tell Him each lie And sometimes I beg Him not to even look When I want to do something against his little Book. Still I question each day for the meaning it holds, Looking for answers, coming up with only holes. So I write to find peace in a chaotic world And I fight to be seen as more than a girl. © 2008 Autumn's ChildReviews
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Added on May 16, 2008Last Updated on May 17, 2008 AuthorAutumn's ChildPetaluma, CAAboutThe majority of this poetry is now in a book titled "Everything I Am Not Saying". Find it here ----> amzn.to/16TZB3q For more of my writing, visit crissilangwell.com Thank you for the years .. more..Writing
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