Honored

I should be,

 I know,

honored.

out of thousands

I tell myself

they chose me

ah, I reply

instead I am

one in hundreds.

just a name.

among many others.

just a name.

a name,

made to be

forgotten

but I am not

forgotten,

among many others,

I am important.

remembered

for who I am

not just

 another name

on a list

I am remembered

and I am 

honored.

Waterfall

Gently flowing

Slowly gaining

Speed

Then

Rushing gushing

Exploding over the edge

And

Falling

Almost

Drifting

Down

No longer a torrent

But still

Different

Suddenly

I land

Not defeated

But still

Different

I journey on

Softer now,

But I carry the memory

Of then.

Preparing,

For the next waterfall

The Attic

A ray of gold

Streams through the dark

Stirring the dust

and and ancient mem'ries

Now trapped within

faded pictures

And dusty dreams

Still.

The dreams linger on

Never forgotten

Of long-ago laughter

Fame, fortune, and fear.

odd, foreign spices,

The softest of silks

All abide here

In the spotlight

of once-has-been

Grandma

Wrinkled with the early morn

Greyed with toils qui'tly born

Soft hands patch each jacket torn

Bright eyes that twinkle and warn;

to smile softly,

to laugh loudly,

always forgive,

never forget

those that moved on

Before.

My Life

my life is a poem

I go from line to line

never knowing

what to expect

or what bumps

are in the road

and yet,

 there is beauty

hidden between the letters,

buried in the lines.

like a flower starting to unfurl,

it surprises me 

in so many ways

and little hints of beauty.

from the simplest daisy

to the most complex of roses

even an occasional weed,

it's all beauty.

and my garden

never  ceases  

to amaze me.

I Stand

wings spread 

I stand

waiting to fly

free.

soon

I will soar

but not yet.

I stand.

waiting

chained

grounded

I grow

I stand.

waiting

I will fly.

I can.

I stand 

wings outstretched

arms reaching

I stand.

your beautiful

they say its true

but do you listen?

did you ever think

 to realize that

your worst criticizer can be yourself?

it doesn't matter

 what you look like, 

it all depends on whats 

within

they say your beautiful.

it's true.