Biography of Lynda Remus
Ever since I was a little girl, I have been writing. I used to write skits for my brothers to act out (much to their dismay) and as early as 6th grade I can recall telling my teacher that I was going to be an author. He was very encouraging, and I suppose you could say he was my very first fan.
Life has taken many twists and turns over the years, but the one thing that has remained strong in me is the desire to express myself with the written word. I can't imagine any more powerful method of that than poetry.
Lynda Remus Poems
Darkness And Daylight
You love the day, worship the light. You mourn the setting of the sun, hide from the night. I? I curse the light of day, though most would praise and cheer.
You see the shadows in my eyes and want to chase them away You think you can save me and baby, I’m so afraid because I’ve been down this road I know how it goes You’ll give me your everything, but those shadows still show
All These Years
All these years All these tears All this time I blamed you
You can take the pieces of my shattered soul Grind them down ‘til they’re dust in the wind But you should know You should know
As a child I saw demons, Though they said they weren’t real I’d close my eyes at night, And a burning fear I’d feel
Years ago, I knew you. I knew you so little, though. I took for granted that you were near. If I’d realized our time was so fleeting; Only known what it meant that you were here…
I’ve never been the type to take too many risks Prefer to stay safe and just wonder what I’ve missed So how’d I wake up with a stranger in my bed How’d I ever believe in those crazy things you said
Was, Am, Will Be
I am the me I have always dreamt of Yet the me of yesterday still echoes Never silenced, merely balanced
To You, Who Are Not Yet But Still May Be
I feel your absence acutely, In every long, lonely day Each morning as I wake And each night when I pray
A friend asked me once, How do you know that God is real? And I told her I could only Testify to the way I feel.
One day my life changed, because I became aware of you. Utterly, desperately aware, and there was nothing I could do. I couldn’t stop the growing ache I suddenly suffered from; Nor could I identify from where the ache had come.
A Call From The Wilderness
My God, My God I search for thee In every face and every deed
As sorrow fades, and I know it shall, Know that I rejoice I know that you will miss me, But there should be laughter in your voice
Your name lingers on my lips Like chocolate Like peanut butter on the roof of my mouth I say it, again and again
Darkness And Daylight
You love the day, worship the light.
You mourn the setting of the sun, hide from the night.
I curse the light of day, though most would praise and cheer.
I say if there were no light, the dark would hold no fear.
How would we feel about the dark if the harsh bright sun had never shone?
We would not wish for light!
For we would know the dark, alone.
It is the harsh, stark light of day which makes the dark of night seem cold.