Page Five

Metamorphosis

 

At this point in my life, I met someone who introduced me to the Celestine Prophecy. This book changed my life. For a time we thought we were in love, but we came to realize that this too was not our destiny. I thank him for this marvel. I learned many things from this book. I learned that love can be wonderful and still not be forever. I learned I did not have to be in control of every detail of my life. I learned that I did not have to let others control it either.

At the same time I read another book that helped complete the metamorphosis. The book, How To Stop Being Mean To Yourself by Melodie Beattie taught me that sometimes people don't love you because it is not their destiny to love you. In this book I learned about being in the "box" and how to get out of it. I learned that you don't have to sit around waiting for someone to choose you, that the most important thing is to "choose" yourself, to love your self. It's impossible to truly love another person until you can truly love and accept yourself. 

A friend taught me that the creator made me who I am and that I am just right.

Sometime, somewhere, I read another book. Ok, I didn't read the whole thing. What I did read was that in order to heal and forgive ourselves for allowing people to hurt us, we had to take each hurt out and examine it completely. Then we had to forgive ourselves and the one whom we allowed to hurt us. Then comes the really tough part. We have to burn that hurt up and get it out of our lives. My poetry helps me to do that. After this most of the old hurts were dealt with, but occasionally, one creeps out of some forgotten corner of the mind and has to be dealt with. Some of those poems you will find here along with newer happier stuff.

 

By special request I include The Gift because it also stands for the changes in me.

 

The Gift

An Old Friend

The Cold

Dream Time

Durly Gloom

Escape

I Could Have Loved You

Night In The Tularosa

Roses From My Love

The Shirt

These Things You Loved

Walking Rain

Morning With You

Saving Up My Pennies

The Promise Keeper

 

 

To Be Continued

Because as long as I can think, I will still be writing poetry.

 

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