Sylvia Lydia Morelos (on Google poetrysites.com, Sylvia Sun Sol, Pen Name)
Poems by Sylvia Lydia Morelos : 5 / 10
Electric Guitar
I don't know much about you, but I long to hear your voice
I often dream of your hues and what they say by choice
To me it is indescribable what you do to a heart like mine
You make life less unbearable with every note that you sigh
My fingers ache to do the walking across the strings that share your views
But I do not have the knack to play you just yet, the way I truly would love to do
You electrify and I idolize your very intricate and demanding nature
I know how to respond to you and I realize that you are my future
I would love to share what I see, what I feel, and what I dream
And bring to life your inner beauty
Life is never what it seems
But you give meaning to its vitality
I ask that you take a chance on me
As I would treasure all that you do
But I cannot have you if you do not allow
For me to come to you
In time I will write songs of desire
I will bring you up to par
With the prospect of becoming who I truly am
What I have always wanted to be, by far
I often dream of your hues and what they say by choice
To me it is indescribable what you do to a heart like mine
You make life less unbearable with every note that you sigh
My fingers ache to do the walking across the strings that share your views
But I do not have the knack to play you just yet, the way I truly would love to do
You electrify and I idolize your very intricate and demanding nature
I know how to respond to you and I realize that you are my future
I would love to share what I see, what I feel, and what I dream
And bring to life your inner beauty
Life is never what it seems
But you give meaning to its vitality
I ask that you take a chance on me
As I would treasure all that you do
But I cannot have you if you do not allow
For me to come to you
In time I will write songs of desire
I will bring you up to par
With the prospect of becoming who I truly am
What I have always wanted to be, by far
Submitted: Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, July 25, 2012, http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/electric-guitar/
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Dance To Life
I bring you my gifts of life and creativity
I give you my heart with its boundless activity
I long to share with you the energy that I have
for bringing my treasures to others at hand
I feel deep compassion for others in need
I live by professing that I am indeed
A person of charm, wit, and strength
And I never falter at any length
People surprise me with their own talents and grace
And I admire their beauty, their dreams, and their faith
I dance with amusement with those who for-see
What promises lie ahead through non-conformity
I aspire to join them together in the journey that we create
In life, love, and art we are bound by what we make
The truths that we bring, the visions that abound
are truly what we are, no matter who's around
I don't always write in such rhyming ways
But I figure it's something I do to portray
What I feel when I'm happy as I am in the now
I feel free and not lacking in what I have found
I find strength in weakness and courage in tears
I give thanks to my Lord, and I am grateful for all of these years
Overall I am happy, and I have dreams in sight
To continue to create what I feel inside
To those who are trying to be who they aren't
Be weary of losing what could be called art
The art of breathing to life a real sense
Of the person you could be without the pretense
So enjoy what I tell you, it's all for the best
Put your best foot forward, put your love for life to the test!
I give you my heart with its boundless activity
I long to share with you the energy that I have
for bringing my treasures to others at hand
I feel deep compassion for others in need
I live by professing that I am indeed
A person of charm, wit, and strength
And I never falter at any length
People surprise me with their own talents and grace
And I admire their beauty, their dreams, and their faith
I dance with amusement with those who for-see
What promises lie ahead through non-conformity
I aspire to join them together in the journey that we create
In life, love, and art we are bound by what we make
The truths that we bring, the visions that abound
are truly what we are, no matter who's around
I don't always write in such rhyming ways
But I figure it's something I do to portray
What I feel when I'm happy as I am in the now
I feel free and not lacking in what I have found
I find strength in weakness and courage in tears
I give thanks to my Lord, and I am grateful for all of these years
Overall I am happy, and I have dreams in sight
To continue to create what I feel inside
To those who are trying to be who they aren't
Be weary of losing what could be called art
The art of breathing to life a real sense
Of the person you could be without the pretense
So enjoy what I tell you, it's all for the best
Put your best foot forward, put your love for life to the test!
Submitted: Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, July 24, 2012, http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dance-to-life/
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Amelie
Amelie was a precocious and beguiling girl of fifteen, but at times she was foolhardy
She often went about her day and trampled on her suitors' 'folly'
She had a keen and brilliant mind that she used as a bulwark against treason
By those who repeatedly would find that she in no way was a naïve person
It was an incontrovertible 'fact' that men to her presented too much strife
Especially those whose conjecture was to figure her for their wife
She used her witty humor and laughter to mentally assail
Those who would repeatedly try to find out what she kept veiled
Her iron will and outlook on life never came in conflict
With the mettle she possessed, her word would be didactic
She intended to live as she damn well pleased, she basked in her own reason
And she dismissed the malapropism of love professed by men who were not seasoned
She was a solid and refined girl, one who was apt to tell no lies
She had no true friends whom she confided in, to others this was no surprise
She worked hard to make a living, she deemed it even necessary
To always find her own way in life, she toiled but was not weary
Amelie aptly spoke her mind, she was not one to mince her words
A statement through her life she made, she knew what she was worth
A dream came to her one night as she lay down to rest her head
A vivid light shone through her in it, she even thought 'I must be dead'
The light that shone through her revived all of the memories
That clung to her deep down inside, they were a reverie
Her deepest desire was to be loved for herself, for what she truly represented
But no man had ever learned that she could not be reprimanded
Amelie alone would always have the upper-hand, she would never rescind it
She knew that she would never change, no matter if she was not accepted
She often went about her day and trampled on her suitors' 'folly'
She had a keen and brilliant mind that she used as a bulwark against treason
By those who repeatedly would find that she in no way was a naïve person
It was an incontrovertible 'fact' that men to her presented too much strife
Especially those whose conjecture was to figure her for their wife
She used her witty humor and laughter to mentally assail
Those who would repeatedly try to find out what she kept veiled
Her iron will and outlook on life never came in conflict
With the mettle she possessed, her word would be didactic
She intended to live as she damn well pleased, she basked in her own reason
And she dismissed the malapropism of love professed by men who were not seasoned
She was a solid and refined girl, one who was apt to tell no lies
She had no true friends whom she confided in, to others this was no surprise
She worked hard to make a living, she deemed it even necessary
To always find her own way in life, she toiled but was not weary
Amelie aptly spoke her mind, she was not one to mince her words
A statement through her life she made, she knew what she was worth
A dream came to her one night as she lay down to rest her head
A vivid light shone through her in it, she even thought 'I must be dead'
The light that shone through her revived all of the memories
That clung to her deep down inside, they were a reverie
Her deepest desire was to be loved for herself, for what she truly represented
But no man had ever learned that she could not be reprimanded
Amelie alone would always have the upper-hand, she would never rescind it
She knew that she would never change, no matter if she was not accepted
Submitted: Tuesday, July 24, 2012,
Edited: Wednesday, July 25, 2012
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To My Beloved Mother
A shoulder to cry on, you could show that you cared
When I needed a friend to rely on, you would sometimes be there
I remember the day that you cried silently
I watched you from a corridor, how you suffered from some memory
I remember the cigarettes, how you smoked all the time
They were always available, you never left them behind
You were often so distant, so removed, so distraught
And you were not very comforted by the man that you sought
I would have bought you carnations, brought comfort to alleviate your pain
To help you get past the morbid, to get past your own rain
But you would not allow me to soothe the hurt in your heart
I made every effort for us not to part
As I became older and you grew worse health-wise
I only saw weariness, I saw it in your dark eyes
I longed for you, mother, to hear me clearly
But it was to no avail that I tried so fervently
I know that I love you in my own way, I do
And I heard of your passing, of all that you went through
I heard that you were 'unrecognizable, ' that you would not remember me
I felt numb at the prospect, it made me weary
I love to remember all that I learned from you
All the music, your writing, your laughter and humor too
I cannot put any flowers on a grave that does not exist
Because your ashes are not buried, they remain in a cold 'crypt'
I have grown with the knowledge, with all that I have gained
From the wounds and colorful memories of you that still remain
I hope that you are resting, are at peace and are truly free
May your spirit always enliven, may you always inspire me
When I needed a friend to rely on, you would sometimes be there
I remember the day that you cried silently
I watched you from a corridor, how you suffered from some memory
I remember the cigarettes, how you smoked all the time
They were always available, you never left them behind
You were often so distant, so removed, so distraught
And you were not very comforted by the man that you sought
I would have bought you carnations, brought comfort to alleviate your pain
To help you get past the morbid, to get past your own rain
But you would not allow me to soothe the hurt in your heart
I made every effort for us not to part
As I became older and you grew worse health-wise
I only saw weariness, I saw it in your dark eyes
I longed for you, mother, to hear me clearly
But it was to no avail that I tried so fervently
I know that I love you in my own way, I do
And I heard of your passing, of all that you went through
I heard that you were 'unrecognizable, ' that you would not remember me
I felt numb at the prospect, it made me weary
I love to remember all that I learned from you
All the music, your writing, your laughter and humor too
I cannot put any flowers on a grave that does not exist
Because your ashes are not buried, they remain in a cold 'crypt'
I have grown with the knowledge, with all that I have gained
From the wounds and colorful memories of you that still remain
I hope that you are resting, are at peace and are truly free
May your spirit always enliven, may you always inspire me
Submitted: Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, July 24, 2012,
To My Beloved Mother
A shoulder to cry on, you could show that you cared
When I needed a friend to rely on, you would sometimes be there
I remember the day that you cried silently
I watched you from a corridor, how you suffered from some memory
I remember the cigarettes, how you smoked all the time
They were always available, you never left them behind
You were often so distant, so removed, so distraught
And you were not very comforted by the man that you sought
I would have bought you carnations, brought comfort to alleviate your pain
To help you get past the morbid, to get past your own rain
But you would not allow me to soothe the hurt in your heart
I made every effort for us not to part
As I became older and you grew worse health-wise
I only saw weariness, I saw it in your dark eyes
I longed for you, mother, to hear me clearly
But it was to no avail that I tried so fervently
I know that I love you in my own way, I do
And I heard of your passing, of all that you went through
I heard that you were 'unrecognizable, ' that you would not remember me
I felt numb at the prospect, it made me weary
I love to remember all that I learned from you
All the music, your writing, your laughter and humor too
I cannot put any flowers on a grave that does not exist
Because your ashes are not buried, they remain in a cold 'crypt'
I have grown with the knowledge, with all that I have gained
From the wounds and colorful memories of you that still remain
I hope that you are resting, are at peace and are truly free
May your spirit always enliven, may you always inspire me
When I needed a friend to rely on, you would sometimes be there
I remember the day that you cried silently
I watched you from a corridor, how you suffered from some memory
I remember the cigarettes, how you smoked all the time
They were always available, you never left them behind
You were often so distant, so removed, so distraught
And you were not very comforted by the man that you sought
I would have bought you carnations, brought comfort to alleviate your pain
To help you get past the morbid, to get past your own rain
But you would not allow me to soothe the hurt in your heart
I made every effort for us not to part
As I became older and you grew worse health-wise
I only saw weariness, I saw it in your dark eyes
I longed for you, mother, to hear me clearly
But it was to no avail that I tried so fervently
I know that I love you in my own way, I do
And I heard of your passing, of all that you went through
I heard that you were 'unrecognizable, ' that you would not remember me
I felt numb at the prospect, it made me weary
I love to remember all that I learned from you
All the music, your writing, your laughter and humor too
I cannot put any flowers on a grave that does not exist
Because your ashes are not buried, they remain in a cold 'crypt'
I have grown with the knowledge, with all that I have gained
From the wounds and colorful memories of you that still remain
I hope that you are resting, are at peace and are truly free
May your spirit always enliven, may you always inspire me
Submitted: Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, July 24, 2012, http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-my-beloved-mother-2/
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All In A Day's Work
I don't know what brought me here to this place of uncertainty
I realized that answers aren't forthcoming to the questions that I ask
What should I be asking? What should I be dreaming about?
I long for a promise of everlasting fulfillment of my innermost desires
I have a yearning for a tranquil mind and spirit
My soul beckons me forward, it leads me in another direction
And it sighs deeply as it moves away from the old to the new
I think it likes me more now as I grow into what I need to become
A woman with great zeal for life, more-so than before
I love my spirit's spark and laughter as it meanders down this new path
It looks forward to the awakening and the priceless testimony to what it accomplishes
So I wait patiently and move to it its beat
...All in a day's work
I realized that answers aren't forthcoming to the questions that I ask
What should I be asking? What should I be dreaming about?
I long for a promise of everlasting fulfillment of my innermost desires
I have a yearning for a tranquil mind and spirit
My soul beckons me forward, it leads me in another direction
And it sighs deeply as it moves away from the old to the new
I think it likes me more now as I grow into what I need to become
A woman with great zeal for life, more-so than before
I love my spirit's spark and laughter as it meanders down this new path
It looks forward to the awakening and the priceless testimony to what it accomplishes
So I wait patiently and move to it its beat
...All in a day's work
Submitted: Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, July 25, 2012, http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/all-in-a-day-s-work/
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I can relax. I can let my hair down and shine. I can go about my day and write a song, a poem, or bring about in the open the ray of light that lets me be. I used to struggle with the fact that I could not be more, do more, as I had yet to grow and prove myself to me. But now I know. I can fulfill my desires, grab the bull by the horns and saunter on the path to a whole new me.
What life will bring is still a mystery. But I like it that way. Predictability can put you at ease, but it does not give you the opportunity to look at the other side of the coin that life has to offer. The remedy to this is to follow an unobstructive vision when it comes to figuring out what to do next in my life. This vision allows me to see more than one option to fulfilling my dreams and the unpredictable nature of my path is what allows me to learn about myself more, about my strengths and weaknesses more, and about others as well.
So I take a step forward with keen insight as to what I am becoming. And I see myself liking her a great deal. I also see myself with others like me, happily enjoying the benefits of our labor, the benefits that are long overdue to us. I see in them a strength, a peace of mind, and a tranquil spirit like mine, in sync, so to speak, and moving on to even bigger and better thing. Writing about it is just the beginning. Fulfilling this dream is another story altogether.
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"Ego reacts to ego. Soul to Soul." Fear leads to one thing: hatred. The opposite of hatred is love. To paraphrase Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. "to defeat your enemies is to love them." At a certain point in time, I thought he was a much better human being than I am. Not reacting to perceived enemies takes a lot of conscientious willpower. Self awareness is important because it is easier to deal with someone who is against you when you know your own strengths and weaknesses. Pushing someone's buttons is not something that I am into, as I am not a malicious person by nature. I am a very compassionate, fun, and loving person, if anything, and directing this type of energy outwardly, lovingly to people that I don't care for is challenging. It's a matter of perspective, though. The way I respond to volatile situations or circumstances does matter. It's my mental attitude that I am in gratitude for.
The people whom I value the most are the ones with whom I communicate well, and that is usually where I find my niche. The ones who are endearing to me are the ones whom I care about the most because they've been there. I focus on the good, not the bad. The cup is half-full, not half-empty. My enemies on the other hand are detractors and haters who are vile, selfish, at times narcissistic to the nth degree and predictable. We don't get along. We repel one another. And it's true, it is not "what we do, but how we do it that matters." Certain things go a long way, others don't. Patience has been a virtue of mine for quite some time. And I come from a place of experience and pain, through trial and error, and I've learned patience over time. I've grown because of the trials and also because of the good times that I have had in spite of my detractors.
I am one who loves unconditionally and it is indeed a love that is "all inclusive." To those to whom I give it I do so freely and honestly. Rare gems are friends I find in my life who inspire me, soulful gems. Love does awaken the sleeping, it invigorates, it reenergizes, it inspires and it thrives. These are the people I thrive around as well. Reacting to perceived enemies is too toxic for me. I prefer love and positivity, a soulful connection with wonderful people, my friends, my rare gems.
"Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born."--Anais Nin
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"Ego reacts to ego. Soul to Soul." Fear leads to one thing: hatred. The opposite of hatred is love. To paraphrase Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. "to defeat your enemies is to love them." At a certain point in time, I thought he was a much better human being than I am. Not reacting to perceived enemies takes a lot of conscientious willpower. Self awareness is important because it is easier to deal with someone who is against you when you know your own strengths and weaknesses. Pushing someone's buttons is not something that I am into, as I am not a malicious person by nature. I am a very compassionate, fun, and loving person, if anything, and directing this type of energy outwardly, lovingly to people that I don't care for is challenging. It's a matter of perspective, though. The way I respond to volatile situations or circumstances does matter. It's my mental attitude that I am in gratitude for.
The people whom I value the most are the ones with whom I communicate well, and that is usually where I find my niche. The ones who are endearing to me are the ones whom I care about the most because they've been there. I focus on the good, not the bad. The cup is half-full, not half-empty. My enemies on the other hand are detractors and haters who are vile, selfish, at times narcissistic to the nth degree and predictable. We don't get along. We repel one another. And it's true, it is not "what we do, but how we do it that matters." Certain things go a long way, others don't. Patience has been a virtue of mine for quite some time. And I come from a place of experience and pain, through trial and error, and I've learned patience over time. I've grown because of the trials and also because of the good times that I have had in spite of my detractors.
I am one who loves unconditionally and it is indeed a love that is "all inclusive." To those to whom I give it I do so freely and honestly. Rare gems are friends I find in my life who inspire me, soulful gems. Love does awaken the sleeping, it invigorates, it reenergizes, it inspires and it thrives. These are the people I thrive around as well. Reacting to perceived enemies is too toxic for me. I prefer love and positivity, a soulful connection with wonderful people, my friends, my rare gems.
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I can relax. I can let my hair down and shine. I can go about my day and write a song, a poem, or bring about in the open the ray of light that lets me be. I used to struggle with the fact that I could not be more, do more, as I had yet to grow and prove myself to me. But now I know. I can fulfill my desires, grab the bull by the horns and saunter on the path to a whole new me.
What life will bring is still a mystery. But I like it that way. Predictability can put you at ease, but it does not give you the opportunity to look at the other side of the coin that life has to offer. The remedy to this is to follow an unobstructive vision when it comes to figuring out what to do next in my life. This vision allows me to see more than one option to fulfilling my dreams and the unpredictable nature of my path is what allows me to learn about myself more, about my strengths and weaknesses more, and about others as well.
So I take a step forward with keen insight as to what I am becoming. And I see myself liking her a great deal. I also see myself with others like me, happily enjoying the benefits of our labor, the benefits that are long overdue to us. I see in them a strength, a peace of mind, and a tranquil spirit like mine, in sync, so to speak, and moving on to even bigger and better thing. Writing about it is just the beginning. Fulfilling this dream is another story altogether.
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"Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born."--Anais Nin
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"Ego reacts to ego. Soul to Soul." Fear leads to one thing: hatred. The opposite of hatred is love. To paraphrase Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. "to defeat your enemies is to love them." At a certain point in time, I thought he was a much better human being than I am. Not reacting to perceived enemies takes a lot of conscientious willpower. Self awareness is important because it is easier to deal with someone who is against you when you know your own strengths and weaknesses. Pushing someone's buttons is not something that I am into, as I am not a malicious person by nature. I am a very compassionate, fun, and loving person, if anything, and directing this type of energy outwardly, lovingly to people that I don't care for is challenging. It's a matter of perspective, though. The way I respond to volatile situations or circumstances does matter. It's my mental attitude that I am in gratitude for.
The people whom I value the most are the ones with whom I communicate well, and that is usually where I find my niche. The ones who are endearing to me are the ones whom I care about the most because they've been there. I focus on the good, not the bad. The cup is half-full, not half-empty. My enemies on the other hand are detractors and haters who are vile, selfish, at times narcissistic to the nth degree and predictable. We don't get along. We repel one another. And it's true, it is not "what we do, but how we do it that matters." Certain things go a long way, others don't. Patience has been a virtue of mine for quite some time. And I come from a place of experience and pain, through trial and error, and I've learned patience over time. I've grown because of the trials and also because of the good times that I have had in spite of my detractors.
I am one who loves unconditionally and it is indeed a love that is "all inclusive." To those to whom I give it I do so freely and honestly. Rare gems are friends I find in my life who inspire me, soulful gems. Love does awaken the sleeping, it invigorates, it reenergizes, it inspires and it thrives. These are the people I thrive around as well. Reacting to perceived enemies is too toxic for me. I prefer love and positivity, a soulful connection with wonderful people, my friends, my rare gems.
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In response to "Reacting to Perceived Enemies." Through Unconditional Love, I Grow.
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"Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born."--Anais Nin
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"Ego reacts to ego. Soul to Soul." Fear leads to one thing: hatred. The opposite of hatred is love. To paraphrase Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. "to defeat your enemies is to love them." At a certain point in time, I thought he was a much better human being than I am. Not reacting to perceived enemies takes a lot of conscientious willpower. Self awareness is important because it is easier to deal with someone who is against you when you know your own strengths and weaknesses. Pushing someone's buttons is not something that I am into, as I am not a malicious person by nature. I am a very compassionate, fun, and loving person, if anything, and directing this type of energy outwardly, lovingly to people that I don't care for is challenging. It's a matter of perspective, though. The way I respond to volatile situations or circumstances does matter. It's my mental attitude that I am in gratitude for.
The people whom I value the most are the ones with whom I communicate well, and that is usually where I find my niche. The ones who are endearing to me are the ones whom I care about the most because they've been there. I focus on the good, not the bad. The cup is half-full, not half-empty. My enemies on the other hand are detractors and haters who are vile, selfish, at times narcissistic to the nth degree and predictable. We don't get along. We repel one another. And it's true, it is not "what we do, but how we do it that matters." Certain things go a long way, others don't. Patience has been a virtue of mine for quite some time. And I come from a place of experience and pain, through trial and error, and I've learned patience over time. I've grown because of the trials and also because of the good times that I have had in spite of my detractors.
I am one who loves unconditionally and it is indeed a love that is "all inclusive." To those to whom I give it I do so freely and honestly. Rare gems are friends I find in my life who inspire me, soulful gems. Love does awaken the sleeping, it invigorates, it reenergizes, it inspires and it thrives. These are the people I thrive around as well. Reacting to perceived enemies is too toxic for me. I prefer love and positivity, a soulful connection with wonderful people, my friends, my rare gems.
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All In A Day's Work
I don't know what brought me here to this place of uncertainty
I realized that answers aren't forthcoming to the questions that I ask
What should I be asking? What should I be dreaming about?
I long for a promise of everlasting fulfillment of my innermost desires
I have a yearning for a tranquil mind and spirit
My soul beckons me forward, it leads me in another direction
And it sighs deeply as it moves away from the old to the new
I think it likes me more now as I grow into what I need to become
A woman with great zeal for life, more-so than before
I love my spirit's spark and laughter as it meanders down this new path
It looks forward to the awakening and the priceless testimony to what it accomplishes
So I wait patiently and move to it its beat
...All in a day's work
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http://storywrite.com/poems/by/_me#, Sylvia Lydia Morelos, Sylvia Sun Sol (pen name on All Poetry.com)
I don't know what brought me here to this place of uncertainty
I realized that answers aren't forthcoming to the questions that I ask
What should I be asking? What should I be dreaming about?
I long for a promise of everlasting fulfillment of my innermost desires
I have a yearning for a tranquil mind and spirit
My soul beckons me forward, it leads me in another direction
And it sighs deeply as it moves away from the old to the new
I think it likes me more now as I grow into what I need to become
A woman with great zeal for life, more-so than before
I love my spirit's spark and laughter as it meanders down this new path
It looks forward to the awakening and the priceless testimony to what it accomplishes
So I wait patiently and move to it its beat
...All in a day's work
I realized that answers aren't forthcoming to the questions that I ask
What should I be asking? What should I be dreaming about?
I long for a promise of everlasting fulfillment of my innermost desires
I have a yearning for a tranquil mind and spirit
My soul beckons me forward, it leads me in another direction
And it sighs deeply as it moves away from the old to the new
I think it likes me more now as I grow into what I need to become
A woman with great zeal for life, more-so than before
I love my spirit's spark and laughter as it meanders down this new path
It looks forward to the awakening and the priceless testimony to what it accomplishes
So I wait patiently and move to it its beat
...All in a day's work
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http://storywrite.com/poems/by/_me#, Sylvia Lydia Morelos, Sylvia Sun Sol (pen name on All Poetry.com)
