On that day I would say I love you and thank you for all you have done for me.
On that day I would say all the things that I never said before because I didn’t know what to say or how to say them.
On that day I would say to all my true friends how much they mean to me and how they have enlightened my life.
On that day I would reminisce about all the good things in my life and forget about all the bad.
On that day I would stroll along the beach and let the waves crash on my legs and feel serene.
On that day I would sit on a tree branch and watch fireworks with a dear old friend and put my head on their shoulder and smile.
On that day I would weep because all these things would soon come to an end.
On that night…I would lay down and look at the flowers next to my bed, shed a tear, close my eyes….and sleep.
On the next day….I would not suffer…I would not hurt…I would not bleed…I would not cry…I would not fear…I would not anger…I would not fall….and I would not wake…on that day.
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Tagged Cancer, death, Friends, Hurt, inspiration, Life, love, Pain, Poem, poetry, Regret, Survivor
Sorry everyone. I haven’t posted much in the last few days. A friend of mine passed the other day plus some other minor things in life that have kept me from being able to focus on my blogs. I appreciate you guys for checking in while I was away, but I will be posting a new post shortly and look forward to your return. I hope all you fathers out there enjoyed your special day!! Have a great week everyone! ~Tricia
My life has told me that I have a reason
To be and do what I need.
My heart has broke into a million pieces
but still wont bleed.
I’ve looked around for my wished for
and there in front of me
Was life extended out in your wisdom
holding the shattered piece.
All of that time that was wasted on pain
is not lost completely.
Its brought me to a place where i know.
i love unconditionally.
Imagine the world without sacrifices,
what would that mean for you?
Lonely and a soul without a voice
to sing away the blues.
So hear my voices as I sing my song
know that im here.
Watching, waiting, anticipating
wiping away your tear.
My shoulder you cry on, i weep with you still
and i feel the darkness you feel.
But the shadows that casted onto your impulse
is all that makes you real.
So hear this again, this to you is my song
and I will wait for that day
When you need me as i have needed you
the years havent chased me away.
~Tricia Leigh 9/21/09
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Tagged Hope, inspiration, Life, Loneliness, Loss, love, Motivation, Poem, poetry, Reading, Writing
I wrote this when my husband and I first met. He was hesitant to love as it had been so long since he had been betrayed. 6 years alone, he didn’t want to invest to only get hurt again. We are now married, and have been since December 14 of last year. My life, my rock, my everything.
My life isnt textbook, and neither is yours,
but one thing we have in common, is all the closed doors.
They’ve been closed by others, or by our own fears,
Leaving us empty, and afraid of shedding tears.
We build our walls, and keep them up, till we figure things out,
meanwhile we miss the bus because of all the doubt.
There is something out there for all of us, but only one rings true,
if you dont open that door, and let them in, you’ll be forever blue.
Why do we shutter, and drive it away, or put another brick in the wall,
when all we need is for that one, to come an break the fall?
I dont understand what we fear, when someone captures our heart,
but I do understand not going too fast, to watch it just fall apart.
When someone says “Ill just mess things up”, I often think of why,
and what is it that they could do to not even want to try.
What is it that keeps them at bay, and keeps them from me?
What keeps them away from possibly loving eternally.
I dont want to miss it, but I dont want a pantomime,
I want a love that will love me, in this lifetime.
Dont be so afraid, dont worry about a month from now,
just enjoy this feeling, cuz I know you know how.
Im not saying a good night is love, but you know this something’s rare
Just dont push away, the one that can take you there…
~Tricia Leigh 3/18/2010
I just started a new story called Sitting at the Bus Stop. This will be chapters narrated by a woman who uses the city bus system to get around. On her journeys through town she ends up running into some pretty interesting people. She tells their stories as she is brought into each life for a reason, not really understanding why. Until she is faced with a life or death situation does she find the answer. Chaos, rape, pain, destruction, heartache, abuse, and neglect are just a few of the problems her fellow passengers deal with, and in one way or another, she is there to help. Not by choice, but maybe by the hand that guides her destiny…Please come check it out. I would love it if you stopped by. Thank you!