by Tammy Bartholomew

Love

Love is a mystery
Found in interesting places
Created by people
Things, time & spaces
It can be given freely
Or come with a cost
Keep it forever
Mostly always lost
Established from a distance
Or over a period of time
Sometimes a hidden secret
Love is even blind
The hardest love
Is to Love ourselves
Continually looking for it
From things or someone else
Why can’t we be happy
Without continued affirmations
Materialistic things
Other contributions
Some want to share
Through touch & emotions
All this does is mix
With our devotions
It doesn’t seem
Enough giving it freely
It just gets pushed away
While others take it so willingly
When taken
And not given back
Our heart is broken
Not knowing how to react
Time tends to heal
Love that is lost
Another journey looking
Finding it at all cost
If we are not getting
The love to fill the empty hole
We will go scouring risking
It all to fill our soul
We get furious when
Our Love is taken
Thinking we deserved it
But we are sadly mistaken
Becoming jaded an angry
Revenge becomes the plan
How can this be
Why don’t we understand
Give your heart so young
Thinking it is forever
That is just not the case
With all life’s endeavors
Balance is the key
Know what fills the part
Forgiveness is needed
To let Love in your heart
 
Who Is My Protector

 
 
Who is my Protector
 
When I go astray
 
Helps with my insecurities
 
Problems along the way
 
 
 
It should be my father
 
It will never be
 
To many issues of his own
 
Not always able to help me
 
 
 
Is it my mother
 
Yes from the day I was born
 
Sometimes overwhelmed
 
Never leaving me alone
 
 
 
It should be my ex husband
 
But to busy always to deal
 
Can’t depend on him
 
Himself learning how to heal
 
 
 
My counselor
 
Listens and reaffirms
 
But me teaching myself
 
For what I have learned
 
 
 
Is it a new man
 
Trying to fit his mold
 
Not to be fat, independent or strong
 
Opinionated or to bold
 
 
 
Is it my Bestie
 
When I have a bad day
 
Just pick up the phone
 
I am a phone call away
 
 
 
Why do people think
 
I am the solver of problems
 
Never the first to know
 
Always were it ends
 
 
 
Searching frantically
 
When problems arise
 
Not knowing the answer
 
Too much of a surprise
 
 
 
Ask myself again
 
Who will be there to protect me
 
Will it be God
 
For all eternity
 
 
 
Please save me
 
Relieves me from the pain
 
Teach me that I am
 
The one not to blame
 
 
 
Help me come up with a solution
 
Put a plan in motion
 
Calm all the people
 
From this great commotion
 
 
 
Let them know
 
I need protection too
 
Don’t always have the answers
 
Let him see them through
 
 
 
Teach me from the
 
Help me through today
 
Guide me into tomorrow
 
Protect me when I don’t know the way
 
Freedom to Fly 

White picket fence
 
Two car garage
 
Three perfect children
 
Full time jobs
 
Day to day living
 
Family vacations
 
Love growing
 
Building relations
 
Dining out
 
Church on Sunday
 
Cleaning house
 
Kids we would play
 
Tables turn
 
In half a life
 
Choices made
 
No longer a wife
 
Single moments
 
Dust starting to settle
 
Gathering information
 
Start fixing the mental
 
Pain and suffering
 
Heart mending
 
Old and new
 
Starts blending
 
Not a failure
 
My new reality
 
Focus on the future
 
And what will be
 
Savor the moments
 
Time to spend
 
Patience and peace
 
Learning to bend
 
A piece of the cookie
 
Instead of the whole
 
Content with that
 
Blessing to my soul
 
As the breeze
 
Continues to blow by
 
Give myself permissions
 
Wings and freedom to fly