Inside Out

At two and three                                                                                                             We're inside out.

Whatever we think,

we say and we shout.

 

Our actions speak loudly.

We laugh and we say:

It's his/her birthday,

 

Let him/her have some fun.

Too soon he/she

Will always have to run.

 

Laugh and sing!

Celebrate today!

 

Whatever the age,

We're always on stage.

 

Create a Get Away!

Time to Celebrate!

 

Happy whatever number

you’ve reached.

Always More To Say & Teach. 🍀 

TURNING AWAY

Standing Still.

Sitting Down.

Running Fast.

Looking around.

Time keeps passing.

We keep asking.

Why this, why that?

Where'd you get that "hat'?

I see it covers your face.

As though to hide and erase.

Why look aside?

I need you to stand beside.

You think I won't see?

What you're doing to me?

Believe I don't care?

Think that way if you dare!

A friend like you I do not need.

I should have seen and believed.

Listen and learn 

I was told many times.

Closed my eyes, my ears.

Set aside my fears, wiped my tears.

Walk away, run if you must,

My survival depends on having self-trust.

Raising Cain

You, there! 

Once a child, now adult.

Pointing fingers.

Pushing limits

Blaming others all the way.

Look in a Mirror

You were the creator

The person who decided,

Never willing to accept

Responsibility for what's done.

Always believing

You had a right 

We "held too tight".

Never there to help.

Always there to criticize.

Causing havoc growing up.

Getting drunk.

Flipping a car.

Totaling completely.

Laughter, probably

With your friends

We absorb costs.

Should have put

Your "Axx" in gear

Believing it was"funny".

No acceptance of responsibility.

Anger is your "go to"

Blaming others for your choices.

Two family members died.

Waiting for you to apologize.

You'll have accountability one day.

For all you've done "along the way".

Conflicting Views.

Out of Loss,                                                                                                                       We can be Found.

Surrounded by Water,                                                                                                     We can Die of Thirst.

This won't be the last time;                                                                                                 It wasn't the first.

Where is my Focus?                                                                                                     What's in my Brain?

Right on top?                                                                                                                     Or buried deep?

Think I'm awake?                                                                                                               See I'm asleep.

Often Daily Life                                                                                                                   Is One Big Drain

On my time.                                                                                                                  Full of pain.

Always focused                                                                                                                   On another day

Is there, though?                                                                                                                 Or will there be?

A time that's mine?                                                                                                             How long must I wait and see?