They call me Alaurilee

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I've been writing poetry from the age of 12. It has, and always will be my outlet, my voice. Join me on my journey . . . I can write about almost anything. :) ~ Life doesn't come with a shiny new book; no users manual of answers to find with one look. Life comes with doors that open and shut; and paths laid before us to be followed or passed up. There's things we can learn and things we may teach; hearts that may find us and souls we may reach. Guaranteed on this journey are teacups of tears; and pains that might hurt us may age us by years. But the beauty of life, love, laughter and giving; come from serving hugs on a platter each and every day we're living. ~

Sunday, August 1, 2010

Cold Water

I cautiously look into the mirror,
Anxiously dreading what I will see.
And just as I had suspected
tear-filled eyes look back at me.

My face is red and splotchy
and these eyes look so confused.
There's bags living under my eyes
looking puffy and slightly bruised.

Today I hide behind my tears
and exhaustion doesn't help.
If I was a little puppy dog
you'd hear my moody yelp.

I know I must still make it,
through this moment and the next.
So I splash cold water on my face,
to get me through 'til I can rest.

And the coolness of the water
soothes my eyes and my aching heart.
It may not seem like much,
but at least it is a start.


Inspired by:
@writingprompt : Cold water....

And by a weary moment of dispair and the determination to survive it.


Also submitted to:

Poets United: Poetry Pantry: Week 2