Thankful

Happy Thanksgiving!

When life seems bad, and nothing goes your way;

If you struggle everyday, and you can’t get on your feet;

During times of pain and sorrow, where you cannot find the good in your life;

Think about the chance you have, the one you are given with every beat and every breath…

To fight on and find change.

Today you might be freezing cold; tomorrow you may still be hungry…

But, one day, any second, you may see change.

The pain you have may last forever, but the strength to endure it grows with time.

Whether you find yourself alone, abandoned, or forgotten…that may not always be the case.

Take a breath and feel your heart beat.

Know that life has challenged you, but don’t give up the fight.

For, in a sea of hope and faith, lies wonders that may flow your way.

Believe in yourself. I’ll wish you lots of luck, along the way.

So, if you can’t find anything to be thankful for, just breath in and say:

I’m thankful that I can still fight to have a better life!

The Loss of Self

Lodi Lake

When you lose someone who makes you lose yourself, it is difficult to find a way back.

You wish you could get them back, but somethings ARE impossible.

One day you realize that, though you may never be the same, you can always get to know the new you.

You simply make a way to yourself that wasn’t there before. Then, you continue to search for more…

More from others and more from yourself.

So, even if you lose yourself, you are never truly lost.

The Recovery

Sorry I have been out for so long. I am recovering well from the surgery, but it has taken longer than expected to fully recovered. At this point, there is some slight discomfort and one incision that is just being stubborn. For the most part, it has scabbed over, but just doesn’t seem to want to stay that way. Nothing of any real concern, though. Just have to continue to alcohol it, in order to keep it from getting infected, there is still a shallow opening…almost like a scratch. I would like to thank all of you whom are back with me today. May our journey continue.

Enjoy the poem, but be warned…things aren’t always what they seem!

The path to recovery was long and hard, but here I stand today.

The wounds have left some scars, and the tears and pains were many along the way.

How lonely my journey was, without the light of day, that everything seemed hopeless and far from gay.

I lost my mind and lost my heart, lost even words to say. Yet, somehow I managed to keep my insanity at bay.

Yet, here I am, recovered. The wounds have healed…left scars that will never go away.

And, here I am, to fight the pains of life and enjoy my day to day…and how lucky I am, that I may.

Goodbye?

At The Hospital
I do not know when, or if, I will get to post again. I have always believed in hoping for the best, but preparing for the worst. At the very least, I may be absent for a while during recovery. If I shall post again one day, I hope you will still be there, ready to continue this journey with me. In the event that this is my last post, I simply wanted to say some final words. This is what I came up with:

If I only have one more day of life, I want everyone I love to know that, wherever I may be, I will always be there.

Please don’t cry for me, for I used my time wisely. I spent all my time and energy giving you all my love and focus. I did what I could to help others. I sacrificed it all, that you would find a moment of happiness.

I will not go far, my body may not be seen, but my spirit and my love will always be by your side. Know that you are great and I am proud.

To those who have followed any of my journeys, thank you for giving me a piece of your time and, thus, a piece of your life.

One never knows what tomorrow will bring, or even the next moment, but if I shall part this Earth, let me have said my final goodbye.

Love, -Rebel

Some Things Never Fade

It can be difficult to decide what I should post next. Out of the thousands of pictures taken over the year, the countless poems and thoughts, new and old…what should go here? I’ve been writing since Elementary. I’ve been taking photos since I ventured on into the World. I have had a lot of ups and downs, and even downer. Sometimes, I wonder if I should just write something on the spot, despite all my reserves. With all that to choose from, and all that I am still adding to my collection of works, I’m sure I could post every day. However, there is much else to be done. I do my best to stick to my Wednesday schedule, and I would like to apologize that I do not post at the same time every time. Next week, I may be posting on Monday. I have a surgery on Tuesday and I don’t know when, or if, I will be able to post again. For now, this is what I chose. I wrote it not, too, many days ago, with a friend I lost in mind. I miss him dearly and just want him to know that I am always here for him…even if it comes to be only in spirit.

Two hearts that once united, one can never let go.

Two souls that parted, one wishing for more.

A heart and soul that need you so, wanting your return.

But, oh, the stubborn one, whom believes it just isn’t so.

How could I not want the one who gave me life, the one who helped me smile?

How could I not want my best friend back, when a best friend is all my life is missing?

Two hearts that once united, two souls that once parted, can always be reunited.

The Travellothoner

Passing through Canada, 2008

I wrote this in honor of my favorite blogger. In it, I reference a lot of his poems by title or I by quoting his work. If you enjoy my poems, I am sure you will enjoy his, I know I do. Give him a follow at thetravellothoner.wordpress.com to read about his travels, health, fitness, and poems.

Because you speak to me, I’ll speak to you.

I am the ‘Girl Who Thinks She’s Not Good Enough’.

You are right…’Failure’ doesn’t change me. And, “What’s done is done”, but it is so hard to move on.

I don’t like to abandon a soul, for I am the ‘Pure Heart’ you speak of.

I, too, “treasure friendship”, and your words have helped me so.

I am far from “normal”, but a “fighter”. “Fractured and hurt” as you describe.

Pass me a “shovel”, let me “dig inside” all of my “rubble”. Stubborn and all, I am ‘She’.

“You are my go-to” blogger, for ‘Eternity & Beyond’. Your writing is “perfect for me”.

I can sit here all day, referencing your words. “I hope this doesn’t seem too creepy”.

As I, too, have ‘The Wish’, it’s as the words were read from my mind…even down to the “hugs and kisses” ‘The New Year’ brought.

I may just be your ‘Kind Of Woman’. That is how oddly coincidental you speak to me.

In a funny way, you may be my ‘New Friend’. Even if I am not into fitness, with our poems we can relate.

This “little bird, learning to take flight” is also a ‘Grateful’ flower.

And, as I am ‘Sun Bound’, these words might be worth ‘The Wait’, like ‘A Drop Of Life’ in ‘The Rain’.

So, tell this ‘Unsung Hero’ ‘A Story’, whether ‘It Pains Me’ or not. For, I wish to keep seeing your ‘Many Masks’.

I cannot wait to continue to travel with you, this journey of words online. I am forever your fan.

“I can assure you that I am being sincere, when I say that I’ll always be near.” Ready to read whatever comes next…so, type on my friend!

My First Breath

Being a mother and an aunt are the most rewarding titles I have.

When I started my blog, I started it with a poem I wrote for one of my nephews. Today, I dedicate this birthday poem to all of my nieces and nephews, but I have wrote it for the birthday boy, another of my nephews. In it, his name. Happy Birthday, Babys! (This is not a spelling error: it is what I call them individually and as a whole)

My First Breath

A simple heart that touched my soul…

Nephews and nieces are the breath that first gave me life.

To know my smile, is to know them.

Hours of pain wiped away with one moment with them.

On this day, one celebrates his birth.

Nothing more to say, except: I am who I am, thanks to…

YOU!