Quiet Interlude

Quiet Interlude

Quiet Interlude

I had a quiet interlude,

Of happiness, contentment,

But like a whisper on the wind,

It took off, it was gone.

I tried to grasp it, hold it tight,

But it was taken from me,

Removed, withdrawn.

Now I sit here, restless, mithered, wilted,

My concentration strained.

I clasp my hands together,

In the quiet desperation,

I gained.

Goodbye peace and quiet,

What do you want?

My sanity bespoke,

Thrust to its limits.

Why do you want me?

Why do you need me?

What quieted solace can I find?

I tend your needs unconditionally,

My soul is stretched,

My patience thin,

Please peace find me once more,

While I rest and regain,

My will to gather,

The energy to start again.

By Serina Hartwell

Author of The Hidden Saga

http://www.worldcastlepublishing.com/author-serina-hartwell.html

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Down

Down

Down

No matter how far you fall,

You can only tumble so far,

Before the bottom serves as the prompt,

That it’s time to look up to the light.

Up toward the light,

At the end of the tunnel,

To the light that will guide your way,

To your new bright future that lays in wait.

The journey is long,

The climb is tremendous,

The darkness holds on,

But the light’s strength is great.

It’s calling, it’s true,

Your future lies dormant,

It lies just ahead,

Around the corner and just out of view.

And waiting, just waiting,

For you to arrive,

At the meeting point in time,

Of the positive and new.

So much work is needed,

But your strength will renew,

The distance is far,

To the new beginning that awaits you.

So, although you may stumble,

And fall on your way,

To the top you may stagger,

But climb anyway.

The mountain is worthy,

Of the climb of your life,

The target in sight,

So don’t lose hope yet.

Don’t give up yet,

The test is almost up,

Just keep digging deep within,

For the strength buried down, within.

To find your will,

To persist to the end,

One day you’ll look back,

And say, “Remember when”,

From your position of triumph,

Comfort and renewal,

These days will pass soon,

They’re only for so long.

So keep your faith within,

Hold onto it tight,

The finish line will come soon,

And will end your fight.

By Serina Hartwell

Author of The Hidden Saga

http://www.worldcastlepublishing.com/author-serina-hartwell.html

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A Love Lost

A Love Lost

A Love Lost

What seed is in my tender heart?

What burden shall I bear?

Your tender touch upon my skin

Like moonlight tethered by waters deep

 

My heart is heavy with regret

That resolve had left me wanting

I threw your need, your want for me

Aside without thinking

 

Give me a second chance to want

To seek your approval hence

My heart is open, longing, pleading

And needful for your forever hence

 

It yearns for love to be restored

Come back to me, my split apart

My heart is open, waiting freely

For my answer to my prayers

 

Be mine forever hearts entwine

For I realise the enemy within

I shall not venture down that path

Of forbidden love’s true sin

 

By Serina Hartwell

Author of The Hidden Saga

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The Promised Land

The Promised Land

The Promised Land

Let your veil of welcoming arms engulf me

Take me to where you journey far

To the place I cannot come from

Let sadness hold me dear

For I carry the notion close to me

That my hopelessness has found

An outlet who will accept me

That journey I am bound

 

For my restless heart surrenders

Their words are lost on me

I’m sorry tearful visitors

A task I could not complete

Life’s great journey held me dear

To suffer untold pain

I surrender to the burden

Of expectations bound to grace

 

Life take me on my journey

Take me to a world that I have found

To where they cannot touch me

Nor follow in my wake

I tried to do my quota

To keep the balance right

But insincere were my masters

To promise me the hopeful land

 

I take these notions harshly

I bury my fears within

They shall not know how I suffer

Nor lend me a helping hand

I cannot offer plenty

I cannot offer more

They have but drained me plenty

Please darkness open my door

 

My thoughts are exhausted deeply

My muscles creak and groan

I have but nothing left to give

May my suffering end today

May the wheel of fortune turn once more

And offer a moment in the light

May opportunity sing its faithful tune

And take me to the promised land

 

By Serina Hartwell

Author of The Hidden Saga

http://www.worldcastlepublishing.com/author-serina-hartwell.html

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Listen To Me

Listen To Me

Listen To Me

They don’t know what they ask of me

They think they know they’re right

They change my world so freely

And offer me no insight

Into the plans they are pursuing

A bitter taste of night

That ego powers within them

To barge their plans through right

I stand there, before them pleading

A little voice in me

I ask them for their thoughtfulness

To be considerate of me

But plans are made around me

They offer me no insight

They change my world without a care

And offer me no respite

I cling to false hope dearly

As tight as tight could be

I pray they will see reason

And stop their journey right

They do not listen, they do not fight

They push their money home

I’m left to pick up the pieces

And tell them I was right

The black tower crumbles all around

They’re sorry they made a mistake

But reason abandons, ego pushes pride

And no acknowledgement draws light

I am too tired to deal with rubble

My weariness abound

I start to re-build around me

The structure of home is found

 

By Serina Hartwell

Author of The Hidden Saga

http://www.worldcastlepublishing.com/author-serina-hartwell.html

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