Existence

Oh, life, what is your plan for me?
Over the horizon is shadowy, dark
I cannot see that which you convey
through the torrential rain and strong 
winds, thus, I hold fast to hope in the 
sunshine when it smiles down on me
I close my eyes soaking in its warmth
but I will not throw stones when its
embrace loosens and I fall to the floor
Then I am broken, you know that, yet
even trying to stand on tiny shards of
pieces of me, I won’t stumble again
For you are a gift, indeed, though
you are not made only of daffodils
and daisies in a soft, plush meadow
nor do you each day delight in music
that makes our bodies move
Oh, life, you are a mystery beyond
any human’s ability to perceive

Lauren Scott © 2014

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All Over Again

Redwoods edited for blog 2013

I thought we had bid farewell
instead, while sweeping
under one of our rugs
its existence glowed
like an October prank
My sanity experienced
an immediate tug

The spirits of my shoulders
dropped with great speed
and the weight of their tears
caused my heart to sink
into a dark abyss
with rejuvenated fears

I remember being thrilled
with its absence
dancing through my days
now I look at my reflection
in the mirror and see traces
of a familiar, emotional maze

The need to blame
is so very strong
I know it’s not right
but I long for someone
to offer their hand,
catch my pleading words
as they roll from my lips
and for a face with kind eyes
to tell me this is just
a vivid nightmare,
not a rewritten script

Repeatedly, I reach for strength,
at times, feeling my fingers slipping
As I kneel, with folded hands,
my heart begs for another error
I silently pray for this presence
to stop haunting our days
and for a beautiful soul to be spared

Lauren Scott © 2013

Perception

Clouds are welcomed
when my eyes tire
of the sun and
their tears soothe
my soul, while inside
staying warm
but sometimes
they exude
uncertainty in
the night
their color
becomes blurry
with no vision
in sight
I much
rather prefer
my world
in
black
and
white

LScott © 2013

Uncharted

Will new doors
dare to open
if what they reveal
is unexpected?

A chance worth taking
to feel more connected
or a daunting challenge
when one feels dejected

For those who live in darkness
afraid to embrace the light
believing darkness
is their only right

Then despair settles with dust
on the lonely shelf
leaving Hope to wonder
where the entry is
to redeem itself

LScott © 2013