raquel stevenson Poems
|1.||It's Not Any Different-Letters Written, Not Meaning To Send.||7/15/2013|
|4.||Thorns And Buds||8/5/2013|
|9.||Had To Be||8/26/2013|
|10.||Changing In Good Ways||8/9/2013|
|18.||In The End||11/4/2013|
|25.||What Are You||12/19/2013|
|29.||12 To 45||6/27/2013|
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12 To 45
I was considering today all the years I have written poems and such.
I wish I had them all to sum up my life,
They along with some pieces of my life,
Have been scattered to the wind and engulfed in some land-fill.
Not to be remembered.
Altho, I do recall the first thing I ever wrote.
A 12 yearolds thoughts on a ticking clock.
That as a moment passes, it will never be regained.
At 45, I am still searching out that 'now'.
To capture all that is possible in the moment that is ticking by
Shut-up, insecure nonsense!
I am claiming the good in me.
I am claiming all the wonder I am as a human.
I am claiming all the glory I am as a woman.
I am claiming all the good that will come to me.
I am not allowing anymore negative to penetrate
I am claiming that I am worthy and worth loving.
I am claiming all the blessings that have been bestowed on me.
I am claiming all the wonder that has been stolen from me.