And from some far
off place perhaps the
valley of possibility tucked
at the foot of
the mountain of expectation
comes a voice heard
Hey
And once again yet
again sliding down from
the mountain top after
clinging to the peak
of expectation I skid
slip and stumble past
boulders of heartbreak over
pebbles of indiscretions and
affairs back on down
past the tree line
of awkward first dates
coming to the pool
of possibility where I
hear that familiar voice
Hey
Author: Harlan Didrickson
I first started writing this blog as a way to refocus my thinking after a debilitating mental breakdown in 2008. Having been educated in writing, I had hoped that my love for words would have left a trail for me to follow and, well, here we are.
FaithVsBelief
The hardest thing to
have in life is
faith and the easiest
is belief believing in
something or someone out
there allows for abdication
like a fish believing
that the worm was
just sitting there waiting
when in fact the
worm hid the hook
and once swallowed wriggling
free is sometimes impossible
But faith is responsibility
for finding things that
aren’t there and can’t
be seen but that
promise to be there
if you search long
enough because your heart
tells you it is
be patient have faith
stop believing in things
BestBestBest
This thing we are
this thing that people
see this thing that
people watch or approach
or touch like fabric
or wood or stone
may be soft or
smooth or cool under
fingers but the best
part about the best
thing at the best
time and best place
can’t be seen or
touched at all but
only ever heard it’s
your voice calling my
name whenever you call
me by my name
CoffeeKeyCupLock
Why does it seem
that upon meeting another
that I’m drawn to
it can be simple
as coffee and cup
or key and lock
we naturally fit together
though neither of us
was made specifically for
the other until found
or chosen or formed
discovering that we do
indeed work together causing
one to be the
reason for the other
It’s all just happenstance
and sweet simple serendipity
SelfishMorning
Oh how I wish
that you were here
on this chilly morning
to roll over onto
and into warming me
staving off the need
to stray out of
bed and into cold
to ignite the fire
and warm the house
being content with my
morning selfishness with warming
myself and leaving the
rest of the world
to its own devices
I’m simply not ready
yet to care about
anyone else but us
