My Spirit Soars
The Metamorphosis
Rebirth
Sitting Beside Me All Along
The Rock
He Walked Into My Life
Poor Me Blues
Sad Times
My Camera
Under The Umbrella
With Saddened Eyes
Completeness
Zap
Completeness
I am me......
I am my past and my future
I am all that I have learned
and all that is waiting for me to discover
That which I learn to understand has been inside me all along
Waiting for the moment of enlightenment
And I am amazed at what is me
My Spirit Soars
I spread my wings
Ready to soar.
Life awaits me to take the plunge,
To catch the wind
And let it take me
to heights yet unknown.
The feelings of the power
Sets my heart on fire
And a glow lights my smile.
The future is mine.
I am ready to fly --
to that which lies before me.
All that is a part of my past
Is also a part of my future,
As it has formed who I am;
The me that everyone knows,
And the me who is yet unknown
to myself and the world.
I stand before you
Ready to walk the new path;
Knowing it is filled with life
With love, and challenges,
And the excitement
of the moment fills me.
Standing on the edge of my future,
I lean forward
And feel the support of life;
I spread my wings
And off I go -- soaring into my future with
love and joy.
If you have seen the movie "Titanic" the feeling I have felt is similar to that of what Rose would have felt as she stood arms spread at the front of the ship, and at the time she was dancing down in the lower deck-- kind of a combination of the two... Very Powerful !
The Metamorphosis
The metamorphosis begins.
The being struggles with the change.
Old ways do not fit.
New ways are still unknown.
The inner harmony awaits awakening;
But it is impatient.
As do the leaves change colour
and fall to the ground
And the caterpillar changes to develop flight
So do I change.
Each change has its time,
Its meanings, its purposes, its joys
But each stage must also pass
It is life.
It is time to set the spirit free
Yet I struggle with the change.
As the questions run rampant
through my mind,
The turmoil mounts inside.
What is my spirit?
Where will it lead me?
How will it fit into my life ?
Or how will my life fit into it ?
All my present habits,
My safety nets, my roles --
What will happen to these
as my spirit shows its face?
The masks I wear--
Do they grow old?
The wife, the mother, the protector?
The risk seems great
To one who lives in a safe little world.
Dare I take the chance?
Do I let the spirit out?
Do I continue as I have?
Can I even stop the spirit from soaring?
Yes I know this can be done !
In the deep dark corner of my being
The spirit has sat so long !
It has risen to let itself be known
But it can be buried once again.
But should this be done?
No. I have been given this spirit.
It is mine.
It is me.
I have the key
To set it free.
But, it, also, is buried deep inside.
And now I sit
On the edge of the metamorphosis
Searching for the key
That will open the door --
And the spirit will be out.
The floodgates shall open
And out it shall pour --
My goals, my dreams, my mission in life !
I shall hold the world in my hands.
I shall be whole.
And the void shall be filled
With the power of life.
But where do I go from here?
These are but words upon a page.
That which must take place
Is still trapped inside.
How do I let it loose ?
What is the key?
And where do I find the courage
To do what must be done?
I listen to my heart
But it seems silent.
My spirit seems to taunt me --
I am here --
Try and find me !
And yet when I look
The farther away it seems to be.
I look to others for the answer.
Yet they do not know.
They are puzzled by my questions.
They are unaware --
Unaware of that
which sits below the surface,
Begging to be set free
Unaware of the struggle that I face !
All that I have been
Seems to be put in doubt.
Yet is this true?
No, I am still a wife, a mother, a protector.
These I shall always be.
But I am more.
I am life !
I am the wind and the sun.
I am the mist upon the waters.
I am sunsets blazing in the skies
And yet this is not all.
I am more.
And so I wait
For the metamorphosis.
I am ready to take flight.
But first I need my wings!
Spirit, I await you --
The time is near.
I shall find the courage
To meet my destiny
To meet my spirit
To know me.
The world awaits me.
It has known all along
What I have to offer.
It has shown me its wind and its sun.
It has spread the mist before me
As I sat upon the water's edge.
It has tantalized my soul
With the beauty of its sunsets.
How could I have not seen?
I felt its fingers reach inside
And fill my being with wonder.
I have felt the fulfillment of life.
How could I have known?
And so I take my pen and lens
And venture out into the world
To capture that which I have felt
And present it for all to see.
The words and the pictures
Shall say it all --
This is my spirit.
This is me.
I have found it.
I am free.
The spirit is in me.
I ache to know it.
I give in to you spirit.
I am yours,
As you are mine.
Come and take me away
To the future that awaits me.
With all its troubles, its glories, its loves.
The metamorphosis begins.
And I am glad.
Debbie Roswell. 1997
This poem was written by my pen one morning during a great time of change in my life... the words seemed to pour out from nowhere. When I was finished I did not know what I had written until I read it. Since then, yes I have found the key and have found my spirit. My life has changed immensely since that day (see the Survivor's Support Page), and yet much is still the same. I have learned much, grown much and have a long way to go.
And I am glad.
Love Live; Live Life; Live with no Regrets
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Rebirth
I have been reborn
I have been given another chance
I feel the pains of life
Burning in my chest
The glory of it all
Takes me beyond all that I have known
Takes me to a new place
A place of rebirth
And I cry tears of joy
Zap
A glimmer of understanding
A wisp of awareness
A flash of light passes through me
and I know !
And then it is gone.....
What have I been told?
I can almost feel it.....
I almost understand....
And I wonder why I have been allowed to know
I wonder how many others have been shown this wonder
And I long to become aware.
Connecting the universe is an energy strong
It IS life... and it is more
We are here for a moment,
To explore, to learn, to test this 3-D world
Each trial, each joy, is but an experiment,
a learning experience to be used in another time
another space
that which is beyond our knowledge and understanding
that which is life itself
Is this what I felt?
Was this the lesson I was shown so briefly
I want the moment back
I want to understand
and yet.... I know
That THIS is life
Searching, seeking, learning.
Sitting Beside Me All Along
Sitting beside me all along
Was my love and I did not know
Trapped in the moments of the day
Walking a path that had fallen in place
Letting life slip past us
Leaving us lonely in each other's presence.
And then one day
Someone showed me love again
I looked up and all was new
I saw the sun
And it shone brightly down upon me
I heard the birds sing
And my heart sang with them
All was good and bright and full of life~
And then I saw my love
Sitting beside me all along
The curtain was drawn aside
And I remembered the love
I felt the love anew.
Let me remind you Love
Let me be the one to show you love again
Look up and see my love
I am yours.
You are my love.
This poem is about internet love... written about people I have met while chatting. I believe people get lost in the day-to-day routines of life and sometimes forget their loves. Chatting revives that spark, opens up communications, and rekindles the love -- or it can, if allowed. And, in some cases, the relationship just is not to be... and it is unfair to ourselves, our partners, or our children to pretend it can.
Debbie
Live Life; Love Life; Live With No Regrets
The Rock
At Oastler Lake Provincial Park
Location of: 'the experience'
Standing on the rock, overlooking the morning waters,
a blanket of fog covers the lake and all that surrounds it~
hiding all its treasures and wonders from my eye.
The gentle touch of the pre-dawn waters caresses the shore
and the soothing sound reaches my ear, touching my soul.
A warm morning breeze, so light and tantalizing
brushes my face with the morning mist,
and runs its fingers through my hair.
The first hint of morning light stretches itself atop the trees
casting a glistening 'Good Morning' to all below.
I stand looking at all that has has been placed before me
and I feel like the Creator admiring His work ~
I know that it is good.
Today is the first day of the rest of my life......
And now I understand.
He Walked into My Life
He walked into my life
And he put a smile there
He picked me up when I was down
And he showed me that he cared
The moments were so precious
They lasted the whole day through
Now I'm one special lady
To have such a friendship true
He listened to my troubles
He listened to my dreams
He held my hand through rough times,
Always sitting beside me it seems
The friendship, it has grown,
And a love, it has too
Now, I'm one lucky lady
To have such a friendship true
Oh David, you light up my life
Oh David, you make my day
Oh David, our friendship is real
And good times are coming our way
And good times are coming our way
This is one of my songs, written for a friend who helped me find independence.. perhaps he was the KEY to my metamorphosis !
Thanks, Dave.-- for being my friend and a support through a troubled time.
Debbie
Poor Me Blues
I've got the Poor Me Blues
Pity me, feel sorry for me
Can't you see my sad state?
Pick me up, shake me off,
Take care of all my woes
'Cause it's all too much for me
When I have the Poor Me Blues
I'm so overwhelmed
When I have the Poor Me Blues
Tomorrow is another day
But today is just another day
When I have the Poor Me Blues
Sad Times
I need to cry a little
I need to laugh a little
I need to feel you beside me
Walk with me
Talk with me
Let me lean on your shoulder
Friends through the rough times
Hand in hand through the tough times
Good times around the corner
When you are here with me
My Camera
My camera is my third eye
Focusing on the world
What it sees is new to me
A connection to my soul
It sees my passion all around me
It knows what life is all about
It shows me beauty
It shows me truth
It gives me peace
It gives me life
Point, focus, click. The Keyboard
From the inner depths of who I am
The words come forth and exit through the keys
Thoughts new to my eyes
Philosophies until then unknown
Therapy and artistry in motion
My paintbrush, my counsellor,
An outlet for the truth.
Under the Umbrella
Under the umbrella
Sits the jack-in-the-pulpit
Protected from the rain
In the darkness of the wooded land
Ol' Jack is missing the post-rain sun
That has drifted through the canopy above.
With Saddened Eyes
with saddened eyes
I watch the day begin
the chirping birds sound mournful
the sunlit sky looks grey and dreary
the morning pleasures just aren't there
the passion it lights in my soul
lies dormant
waiting for another day, another time
this will pass
but for now it holds me down
heavy weights tied to my heart
each limb not wanting to move
eyes dull, unglistening
patience waning
hope and joy refusing to surface
let me crawl back into bed
and wake me in a week
saddened eyes
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