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Alone upon her path

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The fragile heart it shatters
Shards fly all around
The blood, the very life force
Seeps away without a sound

The smile it never falters
She will allow no one to see
The pain that she endures
Gut wrenching agony

Her love will never die
For it is of the purest form
Like a marionette she go on
She must, she must perform

Life now is unbearable
So empty, cold and bleak
At the thought of never hearing
His gentle voice again speak

She hears so many echoes
Her body tremors at his touch
Then from her dreams she wakes
As he fades away like dust

Pain can only be erased
By his tender embrace
To be held there in his arms
Together life’s challenges face

Yes, home is where the heart is
Though she knows not where that is
For he took her heart with him
And it will always be his

The shell of who she was
Walks alone upon the path
No one to even notice
That her world is cold and stark

She cares not for possessions
Nor for money or prestige
Material items unimportant
For she too has none to give

All she has ever wanted
Is the man who owns her heart
To be forever his special lady
For them never to be apart.

Trish Johnston ©7th May 2019

Tread upon me lightly…

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I am the countryside
Upon which your feet tread
I am happy to share with you
To provide and keep you fed

All I ask from you is simple
In return I need respect
For I am not infinite
I can’t thrive on your neglect

I am that gentle stream
From which you stop to drink
I bathe you and I cleanse you
The one you gaze upon to think

I am that stately tree
With so many rings of life
The one which you can lean on
When all else turns to strife

I am the gardens, the flowers
Which bring beauty in your direction
Though I struggle to survive
Without tender care and affection

Tread upon me lightly
Leave only love behind
This countryside will blossom
And many more treasures you will find.

Trish Wright © 26th June 2011

Revelling in Life’s Colours

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I love to close my eyes
Allow my mind to drift away
To a place where life is wonderful
Where I’d love to stay

A hidden place where I see
A flowing canvas of my soul
Where the colours of my life
From an artist’s brush unfold

A stunning blazing sunset
Spreading out across the lake
Its warmth lingering long after
Like a spell that wouldn’t break

The emerald green of pastures
After the blessed rains
Or the dusty dirty taupe and brown
Depict another drought again

The pure white of a baby lamb
Suckling its mother’s teat
Before bouncing off to romp
On its four tiny feet

The silver of the morning frosts
Crunching beneath my feet
The crispness of the winter air
A stimulating treat

The azure blue of water
Or a beautiful clear sky
Or dappled clouds drifting
A gentle breeze passing by

The richness of the soil
Bold and beautiful I smell
With wide bold strokes
The artist captures it so well

Endless indigo night skies
A crescent moon aglow
Millions of sparkling stars
With me down here below

I love to close my eyes
And see the colours flow
Right into my heart
Where I forever hold them close.

Trish Johnston © 10 March 2020

Smiling on the inside

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Do you smile on the inside
Though you don’t show a sign
Is there a twinkle in your eyes
Near impossible to disguise

When something gives you pleasure
Do you hold it close inside
Savouring and protecting it
Within your heart and mind

Some have no real need
Nor any strong desire
To shout from the rooftops
What goes on in their life

Some absorb the pleasure
Into each and every cell
Reveling in the feeling
Though others can’t really tell

You may hear it in their laughter
In the lightness of their tread
In the radiance of their aura
Rather than in what is said

When you smile inside
so very few people see
There is so much more to you
Than they perceive to be.

Trish Johnston © 28 February 2020

Indigo Skies and Butterflies…

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As every night has it’s dawning
And every tide has its ebb
Our lives may sometimes be in mourning
Other times golden pathways ahead

As Mother Natures flower unfolds
To greet a whole new life
Hands offered we can hold
Walking forward strong and bright

Release the pain and suffering
Float it on the breeze
Take what life is offering
Leave the past behind you please

Rainbows reach across the sky
Offering a pure and radiant path
Its time to open up your eyes
Pursue the dreams within your heart

Angels guide you on your way
Beautiful butterflies by your side
They say it’s time to laugh and play
Come out from where you hide

With so many watching over you
You cannot go wrong
The time has come you’ve paid your dues
Lift your sweet voice in song

Rejoice in the wonderful music of life
Let the rhythm carry you high
On a magic carpet of pure delight
No longer your pleasure deny

As every day has its dusk
Every star its indigo sky
The time has come for you to trust
What is in your heart you can’t deny.

Trish Johnston 3rd February 2011

Precious Little Angel

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We’ll never hear your laughter
Never see you smile
Never give you cuddles
as your tears we dry

We’ll not see you stumble
as you first begin to walk
or hear the sweetness of your chatter
as you begin to talk

We’ll not see you struggle
to learn to tie your laces
We’ll not laugh delighted
at all your different little faces

You’ll not go to day care
or to kindy or school
You’ll not earn a gold star
or sit on the ‘naughty’ stool

You’ll not grow into the beauty
we all knew that you’d become
You’ll not have a broken heart
because you’ve lost someone

But we will always love you
from the bottom of our hearts
We’ll not ever forget you
though we’re far apart

We’ll not ever see a sunflower
without knowing you’re around
We’ll feel your gentle presence
though you’ll not make a sound

You gave sunrise a special meaning
Now you’re forever free
Heaven has a precious new angel
Sweet little Lana Marie

Trish Johnston 02/02/2020

What do you see?

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I spoke of my hurt and still got hurt
and then I just stopped talking
I withdrew inside myself
and just kept on walking

for if those who listen do not hear
and neither do they care
what is the point of words
drifting, floating upon the air

Now my hurt is my own
I keep it deeply hidden
for no one wants to know
of darkness, pain, the forbidden

You will see the laughter
the kindness and the love
you’ll see what you want to see
or at least part thereof

Trish Johnston © 4th March 2019

Let that feeling go…

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Breathe, breathe deep
Echoes in her mind
Voices, words, images
Swirling before, behind

Waves just keep coming
No gentle ebb and flow
Drowning, sinking lower
Dark and deep below

Sensation washing over her
Grasping, clawing, fear
Becoming her reality
In this moment here

So easy to lose oneself
In the darkness of the mind
Consumed by insecurities
Doubts and fears arise

This moment too will pass
Acknowledge it then let it go
She must conquer these demons
Not allow them to grow

Breathe, breathe, breathe deeper now
Feel your feet upon the ground
Allow the breath to centre you
Peace, love and light abound.

Indigo Wisdom © 22nd January 2019

My Path

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I ask not for understanding
for you know not the real me
I am perfectly okay with that
as this is how I choose to be

I care not for your judgment
though many judge me still
this journey is mine alone
I partake of my own free will

I seek not your permission
it is not necessary to me
I ask nothing of anyone
expect to allow me to be me

If you wish to join me
Walk beside me on my path
If our journeys become one
You will always have my heart

Indigo Wisdom © 6th January 2019

Africa…my dream

Africa…my dream

I have had a dream
For the best part of my life
To walk on the plains of Africa
In both her darkness and her light

The feel her powerful energy
Radiate into my soul
Her strength, her grace, her beauty
Wonders to behold

I long to watch her wildlife
In a home of their own choosing
In the places they belong
Which they are so fast losing

I long to know her people
In their truest form
The powerful emotions
With which they were born

I long to visit Africa
And walk upon the earth
Of this land which beckons me
From the country of my birth.

Trish Johnston 27 January 2014