Yearning…

The house at the

end of the lane

calls to me

A light coming

through the back

door reminds me

of home…

but — a home I

have never known

 

I feel them sitting

there in the kitchen

sharing their day…

watching TV…

laughing…

winding down for

the night as I  pass

by yet again feeling

drawn … yet, am

not allowed to enter

a pull to my soul

a longing for something…

something just out

of my reach

but something

I need…

I want…

The family I

have never had

Nor will ever have…

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Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie

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Grief…

 

Life in many ways

reflects the different

stages of grief…

of loss…

 

We struggle through

a revolving door

repeating…

revisiting…

back and forth

between anger…

denial…

loneliness…

Never reaching

acceptance…

so hope and

reconstruction

can begin

 

Leaving us with

Never ending

Pain…

Copyright © 2015 Annie – Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie

 

 

Jaded

Through the years

I have come to

find myself

jaded in many

areas of life

 

I no longer trust

or believe in many

things as I did in

the past

 

Things such as…

Loyalty…

Trust…

Truth…

Friendship…

And unfortunately

Love…

 

All are just empty

words

People in my life…

my past…

have ruined the

meaning of all

these things…

these words…

 

So…

 

I go forward

without them

and my life

will never be

the same…

Copyright © 2015 Annie – Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie

 

 

Locket

 

One of the fondest

most important

memories of my

childhood was a

heart-shaped

cameo pendant…

a locket…

my mother wore

choker fashion

strung on a black

velvet ribbon

 

This locket was only

brought out on

special occasions

it held inside a

picture of my

father on the left

and…

her picture on

the right

 

Both are gone now

And…

now that pendant

is mine

But…

those two pictures

removed long ago

are no longer inside

 

How I want those

pictures in their

true places again…

Copyright © 2015 Annie – Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie

Premeditated…

 

Looking back at

recent life events

I wonder if some

perhaps…

all were not

premeditated

Because…

what has happened

to my life feels like

murder…

planned and fully

executed…

Copyright © 2015 Annie – Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie

Retrograde

The full Moon’s

Radiance has

always been

welcome to me

 

But…

 

The pull of this

full Moon …

held more power

fueled by Mercury

in Retrograde

 

Not just a double

whammy but for

me it felt like

a triple

 

Tempers were short

Emotions high

Bad deeds revealed

Hurt…

Pain…

Betrayal…

Crushing sadness…

 

And…

Unbelievable

exhaustion…

I slept for days

in four-hour cycles

And…

still my bed

called me…

beckoned me to

crawl under the

covers and escape

 

Things are turning

But…

a predicted lingering

shadow for the

next two weeks

has me concerned

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Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie

 

 

Strawberry Moon

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There it is …

playing hide and seek

with me through

the trees

 

Just above the

South East horizon

on its way through

the Heavens

it is just beginning

the Celestial equivalent

of a runway-walk

 

Beautiful…

Full…

and yes…

Strawberry in

appearance

 

It has haunted

me all week as it

grew to full

Now that it is

here…

I will feel it for

a few more days

 

You see…

I am totally connected

to the Moon in all her

different presentations

and my life…

my heart…

and

my soul…

are driven by its

PULL…

Copyright © 2015 Annie – Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie

Ashes to Ashes

After I’m gone

It will no longer

matter…

 

After my ashes

have been spread…

Spread to the

four winds

and…

 

Nothing is left

of me but an

empty urn…

Will you think of me?

Copyright © 2015 Annie – Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie