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Terry Wiens Poems
Your Own Worst Enemy
You wake up in tears, to begin your day, You already know, a rough one’s on the way. People see you as happy, people see you as strong,
The Spiritual Warrior
I sit here quietly under the dark night skies, My face is warmed by the tears from my eyes, The glitter of stars so distant and cold, Not unlike the love I would hold,
The Conflict of Nature
The warmth of the sun on the cold mountain snow, A conflict created through which new life will grow, This is the way of this place we call earth, Seasonal affects to give the world worth.
A Parent's Love
I’ve had me many lovers, I’ve even loved a few, Regardless of my feelings, I knew what I could do.
That light that shines so brightly Behind my path of life, Comes from the son I held so dearly, At his birth time with my wife.
Our Travelled Road
We grew up believing we can turn around, Based on the path that travels the ground, But the path of life is a one way street, And we must deal with the souls we meet.
Friends and Self
Our life has many ups and downs, We question why we’re here, But deep inside we know ourselves, Loss of friends is what we fear.
She lives in my soul and travels my mind, My heart she does own and my love she does bind, Her touch can be gentle, her words can be kind. How luck has been with me to have this rare find.
As we progress along the road of life, The mist becomes much thicker, Those little things that cause us strife, Loved ones with whom we bicker.
Let It Come
Lying alone in your solitary bed, The arrival of death you do not dread, You’ve lived a long and compassionate life, Helping those who were experiencing strife,
The calmness flows, My soul expands, To grow from soil untouched, That hidden self,
The fog rolls in across the sea, Across the land a shroud to be, Blocking out the starry night, Across the earth a starving blight.
The melodic voice I held so dear, The tender words that I could hear, The soft angelic sounds she spoke, The whispered sweetness when I woke.
You entered this world so fragile and soft, With tears in my eyes I held you aloft, My being pulsed with unbelievable joy, This wondrous bundle my baby boy.
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Your Own Worst Enemy
You wake up in tears, to begin your day,
You already know, a rough one’s on the way.
People see you as happy, people see you as strong,
What people don’t know is they are dead wrong.
You’ve build a façade, all through your life,
But raging within you is conflict and strife.
You find yourself crying, from out of the blue,
You thought you were stable, now what do you do.
You live for so many, the friend that they need,
You spend all of your time, being helpful with deed.
But deep in yourself, you know what is true,
You’ve never been happy; your soul...