Too Long Apart

Posts by VictoriaFeathers

I saw your face in the clouds today, I’m sure I saw you wink
I smiled at you and tipped my head and I began to think
Your eyes are kind, you smile is grand, your dimples just the same
You look so peaceful dressed in white, your hair a gorgeous mane
Heaven must agree with you, sharp edges rubbed away
I saw your soft and tender side as the wind carried you on your way
I raised my face to blow a kiss, I saw you reach for it. You held it gently in your hand
and placed it in your heart
When God calls me to come to him, to walk among the stars, I pray that I will see you there,
we’ve been too long apart

N’more

 

You kept all my kisses you’d traded for lies
I thought you my lover, twas just your disguise
You lashed me to you so I couldn’t run
Made me your prisoner, believed we were one
I shredded bindings, broke for the door
Keep your love baby, I want it n’more

(C) victoria ramsey

Glass Heart

Posts by VictoriaFeathers

by VictoriaFeathers on November 7, 2014.  © Victoria, All rights reserved

Jesus turn my heart around
I wear it inside out.
It was so raw and bruised
I almost wore it out.

I turned it around to try
and make it last.
This side is much tougher
it’s made of broken glass.

Nothing can come near it
it can rip a man to shreds.
I can’t get close to anyone
without causing them regrets.

I’d rather have my gentle heart,
the one that pumps with pain.
To hope that I could love again,
at least that chance remains.

Rain

Rain drops tumble from cloud flasks
leapfrogging across open spaces
Longing to be the first to cartwheel
across the parking lots and reach
the dried grasses beyond

Rivulets race down roofs
splashing into gutters
sliding down drainpipes
puddling into small ponds

Dark clouds sprint across
gray skies passing white fluffs
hurdling over smaller puffs
that stand in their way

Slow down water warriors
allow the earth time to
lap up your honey so that
not a drop will be wasted

(C) victoria ramsey

Bows

 

After you tore me to ribbons

I made bows and threw

myself a party

 © Victoria Ramsey

Gray Fog

The mingled scent of jasmine, rose, and oleander usually intoxicating
Becomes cloying in the early morning mist, the humidity trapping the scent.
Bird song a cacophony so shrill it blisters the eardrums;
once sweet music telegraphed from the ears directly to the heart.Dark gray clouds tent the land to hold back the sunshine

Flowers hang their heads and shrink into themselves
The earth is parched; cracks split the land where rivers flowed
Love has died; hearts stopped beating, stones wrapped in apathy

The cloying smells cover the scent of death of honesty, character and loyalty
Shrill cacophony replaces the art of conversation and compromise
Charcoal replaces the colors of the rainbow, a world of monochrome tilts
People stumble in the gray fog refusing to lift their eyes to Heaven, God mourns

(C) Victoria Ramsey

In the beginning….almost

I write because I can. I’m not saying it’s fantastic writing, I’m only saying it’s mine. Going through a rare cancer with a 20-30% chance of survival I fought like hell to live. God and his army of angels were with me every stumbling step of the way.

Two years of treatment, eleven surgeries, a lifetimes quota of radiation and two chemo courses later here I am. A bit worse for wear, but alive!

If you have never been touched by cancer in any way you are rare. Cancer didn’t just reach out and grab me, haul me to hell and ransack my body, it also destroyed everything I had worked for my entire life. It destroyed my marriage, my business, my career, my home, my friendships and family relationships. It took it all.

God had a plan. He knew I would find strength to survive and when feeling defeated he sent me angels. Total strangers came to me and told me that God said I needed a hug or a prayer. He always knew that I would come out on the other side of this. It wasn’t easy by any means. He allowed things to happen that I could not understand and he gave me strength and courage to get through it all.

I got a little bitter and a little burned, in the end there is sunshine where there had been darkness. I started writing to work through the pain. When I could walk more than a few steps I went outside with a camera and started shooting sunrises and sunsets. Eight years later I never leave the house without my camera and my pen never runs out of ink.

I now find that I can find light in any darkness. If I stumble I get up and take another step. Here I will post poems from the past eight years, some are bitter, some are defeatist, and some are wistful, however they are all my words…

If my journey helps you in some small way please share the joy and hope with me. If you need prayer I will be your prayer warrior.

Blessings,

Victoria