Waiting
I resign myself to stop, to begin again
Waiting
I sit on heaven’s steps and wait
Just listening
Waiting
Waiting for the butterfly to be reborn
Transformed again
And follows its lead
Waiting
I wait to begin again
My life transformed
And take off into the open pasture
Waiting
I ready myself once more
By Serina Hartwell
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A Christmas Library
This is what the Christmas holidays mean to me……..
My Christmas Memories
The paper is snipped,
The scissors are out,
Glitter is falling,
Light shining throughout.
Christmas is upon us,
The tree is lit,
The fairy looks down,
On Santa’s new mitts.
The paper chains made,
Hung high in the hall,
The baubles all shining,
Warm light for us all.
Smooth music surrounds us,
A warm fire is lit,
Smokey charcoal and chestnuts,
Mulled wine and candy sticks.
My childhood memories,
I bestow on my own,
Passed down traditions,
Of old times are sown.
Santa’s brandy is poured,
Carrot set on a plate,
A mince pie added for good luck,
And left with a goodnight wave.
Children tucked into bed,
They snuggle up tight,
Their eye lids heavy,
But sleep, they do fight.
Snowflakes are falling,
In the crisp night air,
As Santa’s sleigh glides gently,
High through the air.
Bells jingle so gently,
As he slides to a halt,
Presents packed tightly,
And hauled on his back.
He drops down the chimney,
Tiptoes through the night,
Treading ever so carefully,
He slips through dim light.
Next morning comes quickly,
At 5am sharp,
The household awakens,
Small footsteps tumble about.
Santa’s been they call,
To their bleary-eyed parents alike,
Come quickly, come now,
Let’s see how good you have been.
With paper and tinsel,
Torn off with delight,
Their joyous cheers,
Called out with their might.
Christmas morning successful,
Good will to all souls,
May Christmas cheer fill the air,
And carry good will in its wake.
By Serina Hartwell
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The Edge
The edge is where I seek comfort,
I approach it from afar,
I set my stall upon it,
Determines in deep refrain.
Pushed too far, pushed too close,
It beacons me to approach,
I try to hold my resolve in place,
But push, push, it welcomes me.
Its arms aloft and open wide,
I walk into its tender embrace,
I step onto the ledge,
And look down at the fall.
There’s nothing holding onto me,
To keep me from stepping off,
Tick-tock time chimes, it lays it on thick.
My worthless soul should take the hit,
Then tender arms surround me,
They’re strong, they’re warm and tight,
You pull me back and gather me up,
Your blue eyes offer hope.
You have the strength to pull me back,
To deal with my plight,
Strong shoulders to cry upon,
A strong back for my fight.
Hope is renewed,
The pressure grows thin,
I am saved from the edge,
And ready to begin.
The edge no longer calls my name,
I beat it, ignored its request,
Life is renewed, I start again,
What future I would have missed.
If I’d given up and lost my way,
If I let the edge have its way,
I’d have lost so much, yet to unfold,
Today I smile and walk away.
By Serina Hartwell
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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Trick or Treat
The leaves gently brush across the crisp autumn tarmac
Leaving a carpeted wonder behind
The clock strikes six and everything’s dark
Just in time for the wizards and witches
The hour has arrived for the treaters to roll out
Down the street on ghostly skateboards
Little goblins, little witches, little ghosts, little trolls
March down the street in the town
Trick or treat come their calls as they near
With a knock on your door outside
Little giggles play out as you draw near
As treats come out little hands come about
Happy Halloween to all and goodnight
Off they tread through crisp leaves with little time
To fright down the street with their rhyme
To haunt another with a knock and a shock
Their bags are filled high with a smile
It’s seven o’clock, a yawn edges onto their face
It’s been a good lot, now they’re ready to trot
Back home to bed ‘til next year
Happy Halloween and goodnight
Thank you for my fright
Until next year
When Halloween comes again
Pumpkin blown out
Decorations taken down
Treats are all gone
A quiet night can be had
We sit and reflect until a door slams
With ghostly hands
Oh my, oh dear
What was that?
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The shutters are down
The air is thin
I search my heart
But I know not where to begin
I cannot settle east
I cannot settle west
I need a break of fortune
To offer me some rest
For where my heart is taking me
My talent can be pursued
But conversation fights me all the way
And persecutes my will
My strength is waning within me now
I fight to keep my way
I know not which direction I should take
To turn, to break away
I run from the wheel that grinds me down
The one that bears on me
I keep my tender straight and true
And head for freedom’s light
By Serina Hartwell
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