Ashes fallen on a bar room floor, a reminder of painful past and stresses of the day. Passers by kick aside, unaware of the black and gray streaked across the floor. I guess it’s easily overlooked, but as the ashes are blown away to nothing but dust, but my awareness of something drawn deep within someone’s breath and blown out without thought, is someone’s life is slowly fading away.
Goes to show reality is never escaped, just eluded for a while. Aware of ashes kicked aside could the reality be grasped? What if love be drawn in like cigarettes? Inhaled deep within our lungs surrounding our hearts, healing the pain making us strong, so that there’s no more ashes on the floor
Etha 5/6/99
Rewrite 1/5/13
Saturday, January 5, 2013
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Light House
Looking down in deep abyss
Anticipating a single kiss
Apprehension in the wind
Fearless to begin again
Heated waters of passions flow
Friendship that we’ve come to know
Swimming in the waters deep
Sharing secrets that we keep
It’s easy to promise forevermore
Because infinity is what we had before
Making up for our world gone bad
For the deepest love we’ve ever had
If I never get to touch your face
Or ever feel your warm embrace
My heart still beats in time with yours
And I’ll still be swimming toward your shore
EW 4/17/2012
Labels:
abyss,
embrace,
Etha Walters,
fearless,
kiss,
lighthouse,
love
Monday, February 27, 2012
Mourning is Over
As spring arrives
and the days get longer
My sun gets brighter
and I get stronger
No longer a struggle
to crawl out of bed
and fewer what if’s
swimming round in my head
No longer falling
apart at the seams
finally accepting
what all of it means
it’s over, it’s done,
it’s time to arrange
adjust to new life
and a much needed change
A whole new meaning
for this year’s spring cleaning
with a healing heart
a new song I’ll be singing
and the days get longer
My sun gets brighter
and I get stronger
No longer a struggle
to crawl out of bed
and fewer what if’s
swimming round in my head
No longer falling
apart at the seams
finally accepting
what all of it means
it’s over, it’s done,
it’s time to arrange
adjust to new life
and a much needed change
A whole new meaning
for this year’s spring cleaning
with a healing heart
a new song I’ll be singing
EEW
2/27/12
2/27/12
Labels:
break up,
healing,
heartbreak,
life,
love,
mourning,
spring,
spring cleaning
Letting Go
No more sleeping with the lies I told myself
When it comes to the blame there is nobody else
For me to be free It’s up to me
To let go of the things I chose to believe
Time passes by and so does my youth
makes it harder to hide away from my truths
For me to fly and flitter around
first I must learn to let go of the ground
I have loved and I have yearned
I have crashed and I have burned
I peel away ashes to reveal a new me
unafraid of the image that others will see
I’ll pick up the ashes an blow them away
I’ll let go of the why that you wouldn’t stay
I forgive and I choose to forget
refusing to have a life of regrets
I’ll take the good and leave the bad
When I look back on what we had
See, I’ve learned when to move and when to be still
and what you couldn’t love somebody else will
For me to be free It’s up to me
To let go of the things I chose to believe
Time passes by and so does my youth
makes it harder to hide away from my truths
For me to fly and flitter around
first I must learn to let go of the ground
I have loved and I have yearned
I have crashed and I have burned
I peel away ashes to reveal a new me
unafraid of the image that others will see
I’ll pick up the ashes an blow them away
I’ll let go of the why that you wouldn’t stay
I forgive and I choose to forget
refusing to have a life of regrets
I’ll take the good and leave the bad
When I look back on what we had
See, I’ve learned when to move and when to be still
and what you couldn’t love somebody else will
Etha Walters
2/27/12
2/27/12
Labels:
break up,
healing,
heartbreak,
love,
moving on,
regret,
separation
Monday, November 21, 2011
Can’t Go Home Again
I was excited,
when you invited me to your home
It was the very place we learned,
It was the very place we learned,
we would never be alone
But when I arrived you were barely recognizable,
But when I arrived you were barely recognizable,
something had changed within
You wasn’t the person that I remembered,
You wasn’t the person that I remembered,
although you wore her skin
I looked harder, I found glimpses
of what I had left behind
But the deeper I went I realized
But the deeper I went I realized
they were just memories in my mind
I stopped to get to know you,
I stopped to get to know you,
and the person you had become
I couldn’t wait to share with you
I couldn’t wait to share with you
the journey I had begun But conversation stuck in a loop
going round and round again
It was then I realized
It was then I realized
that my best friend was dead.
I denied it with ever fiber,
fought it with all my might
Believed I could breathe in life again,
Believed I could breathe in life again,
if I could just get you to light
but the darkness of your home,
but the darkness of your home,
the cobwebs in your head
You gave up humanity,
You gave up humanity,
and hold poison close instead
As you slowly start to decompose,
I wrestle with leaving you here
I credit you for my healing,
I credit you for my healing,
and it’s something I hold dear.
We were soldiers in a battle,
We were soldiers in a battle,
I had thought we had won the war
We were standing in the clear
We were standing in the clear
but you wasn’t behind me anymore
That is why I came back to get you,
That is why I came back to get you,
not accepting a casualty
I’ve come back to fight for you
I’ve come back to fight for you
and to heal you like you did me
As you try to persuade me,
to take up residence in your house
I realized if I stay too long,
I realized if I stay too long,
I would never make it out
I know that you are really gone,
I know that you are really gone,
many tears I am going to cry
But it’s time for me to go now,
But it’s time for me to go now,
I must tell you goodbye
By Etha Walters
11/11/11
11/11/11
Labels:
drug abuse,
friendship,
healing,
survivors,
war
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Back to Blank
by: Etha Walters
To say goodbye to yesterday seems a little late
Its out the door and it can’t hear you cry
But echoes of the slamming door come rushing down the hall
and they fade into the walls as they pass by
Its out the door and it can’t hear you cry
But echoes of the slamming door come rushing down the hall
and they fade into the walls as they pass by
Can’t rewind and start again or find the place to begin
what time is it when all you can stand is still
color fades to black and white and pails compared to empty nights
on easel canvas waits till brush is filled
what time is it when all you can stand is still
color fades to black and white and pails compared to empty nights
on easel canvas waits till brush is filled
Peeling pages back to blank
another ship that has sank
looking somewhere for the strength
to sail again
another ship that has sank
looking somewhere for the strength
to sail again
another battle not been won
another song that wont be sung
so I am peeling all the pages back to blank
another song that wont be sung
so I am peeling all the pages back to blank
Pen in hand I go to write once upon a time
but words get stuck somewhere between the lines
Picked up my paint brush all the colors fade away
but words get stuck somewhere between the lines
Picked up my paint brush all the colors fade away
I guess all I can do is sit and wait
Wounds have to heal so I can move
there is nothing left for me to lose
Because I took all of those pages back to blank
there is nothing left for me to lose
Because I took all of those pages back to blank
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Twisted Unbroken
Just because you think I am broken
It doesn't mean that I need fixed,
To mold into your conformity
So I can access your mediocre plain
Don't bring cookie cutters
to find the perfect shape
I am what I am
I know that's hard for you to take
I won't apologize
it’s what I live with every day
Twisted deformity
I am not ashamed
And I won't be your project
to feed your superficial needs
I have my own ideas my own needs and
Contrary to what you believe
The world will meet me halfway
When I show her what I have to offer
And reach out my hands to grab hers
Don't assume that because I'm challenged
I am crippled
Or because I'm twisted
I need molded
The reality is I'm not broken
I am resilient and strong
And I won’t sit in a corner or on the sidelines
For I know …
There is a place that is right for me
The right hand for me to hold
And there are many paths to my destination
And I will make my own choices in how I go
Labels:
deformity,
disability,
mold,
twisted,
unbroken
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)