Colors

Some wounds lie beneath
the surface, gasping for air,
but finding no respite. Each
touch invites salt-inflicted
agony. If they can’t be seen,
it doesn’t mean stories lack
sad beginnings, middles,
or endings. Life isn’t always
Hallmark. The whole truth
isn’t visible to the naked
eye. Hard times come in
different shapes and sizes;
they have no boundaries.
And reactions that follow
come in various colors.

What color are you?

Lauren Scott © 2018

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My Version, Untitled

When emotions are
exhausted again, I find
myself at home, alone,
closing all windows, then
stopped in the middle of
the hallway, I scream at
a volume that causes the
Golden Gate to shudder in
acknowledgement.
A moment for prayer.

Lauren Scott © 2018

Inspired by Margaret L. Mitchell’s poem:

Sometimes,
when it is all, finally,
too much,
I climb into my car,
roll the windows up,
and somewhere between
backing out of the driveway
and rounding the first corner
I let out a yell
that would topple Manhattan.
How do you pray?

***Thank you for your compassionate words, thoughts,
and prayers from my prior post. All is better for now,
and we live one day at a time as each day is a gift…
I was talking to my pastor the other day, and she
sent me Margaret Mitchell’s poem. I’ve read this
before, love it, and couldn’t believe how perfectly
it resonated. So I was inspired to write my own version,
but since the idea and wording are similar, I wanted
to cite the author.***

Why Worry?

worried smiley face

What good does it do
except hang around
like super glue
causing nothing but
jitters in the belly
upsetting the gut

Your head’s a tornado
spinning
up a storm
Confusion
Concern
Anxiety
aren’t the norm

Emotions pour out
with implacable power
Oh, how you wish
the tempest would cower

What good does it do
besides make us blue?

Lauren Scott © 2014
Photo: Google Images

By writing this doesn’t mean I never worry,
in fact, it seems there is more reason for it, lately.
But I think we all know it does no good.
So here’s to moving forward with Hope,
Faith and Optimism. 🙂
Thanks so much for stopping by
and have a wonderful day! ♥

Healing Hope

Butterfly by Steph Final edit

Maybe one day we’ll understand why
then again, life isn’t black and white
It’s not kind and it’s not fair
sometimes, very hard to bear
Walls will crumble now and then
but the sun will shine once again
We need to trust in Him for strength
keeping fear at arm’s length
He’ll guide us through the blues
on this journey we didn’t choose
In our hearts, hope will stay alive
and in prayer we will thrive

Lauren Scott © 2014
Photo Credit: My Daughter

Healing

painting

Gasping for air
with my head under water
lungs on the verge
of exploding

I’m in orbit
heading into a world
of other dimensions
where gravity
has no bearing

but stubbornness
can be a positive thing
because I have no plans
for drowning

In fact, I see a tiny speck
of light, touching
the sparkling surface
and I wonder now,
how long its been there

I’ll be alright
I’ll be alright

It’s a vital collaboration
between mind and limbs
in order for broken pieces
to be repaired
for me to begin again

and even with tears
trailing down my face
their cool embrace
brings joy

where I once felt pain

Lauren Scott © 2013
Photo: Google Images

(a little fiction; a little not)

UNFAIR ASSUMPTIONS

She has only one mission
With state aid in hand
To buy the prettiest cake
Then she tries not to listen

As they snicker and whisper
Like in a bubble
Tunnel vision blinds them
To the entire picture

Callous words cut to her core
Deploring their conjectures
She strongly pushes forward
For her darling little girl

Through their mean masquerading
How would they know
Her daughter battles cancer
Inside she’s justly aching

Six flames may truly be
The most she’ll ever wish over
While sustaining her composure
Mommy does what’s necessary

Longing to silence heartless voices
As with a bar of soap
She contains her emotions
And follows through with choices

Them and the frosty grocer
They’re not worth the stress
Her daughter needs her home
This trip is brought to closure

Copyright 2012

This is based on a true story
and proves just how wrong
unfair assumptions can be~
heartbreaking circumstances.