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Prayer

August 22, 2010 17 comments

chains and shackles
devised by thee,

keep me rooted
immobile, un-free,

forgetting life
the joy it brings,

traded for pain
my own misery,

God above
If real and true,

bring the winds
fierce, unwavering,

uproot this tree
my life and pain,

break me down
so I may, one day,

get up again.

(c) 2010 by D. Wright

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Tears…

August 18, 2010 26 comments

picture courtesy of Fort James, WA.

tears of loss,

tears of pain,

tears of just

because they came,

tears for war

and hate that’s made,

loss of life,

despair, dismay.

pray for souls

overseas,

make it safely

home to thee,

no more loss,

no more pain,

no more tears

shed in vain.

soldiers, innocents,

children alike,

cry for the sadness

of hopes demise:

war.

please say thanks

to women and men,

who do as he did

to keep hope:

alive.

(c) 2010 by D. Wright

Saw this pic when it was showcased on freshly pressed. It really highlights the sadness and destruction of life caused by war. I truly do hope to see this war end soon and that every troop returns home safely.

Also, this is still a working draft and any constructive feedback would be great (I’m not sure about the format of it… does it work?). Thanks in advance!

UPDATE: I recently learned about one shot wednesday so this poem just became my one shot wednesday poem!

Conflictions…

July 24, 2010 1 comment

So, if you haven’t read my other blog yet, here’s my story…. I’m trying to change myself into a “better” individual. That is, I’m trying to quit smoking and drinking as well as lose weight and become a more active individual. Yet here I am reflecting about last night and all the beers I decided to enjoy. What is it about that lifestyle that is so enticing? What about it makes it so hard to get rid of?

Well, I don’t know why it is so hard to change, but… my wife had an epiphany today… she told me that this life of smoking and drinking is easy because that is the way we met when we were young. So basically, it is familiar territory, common ground, and although we may fight and get angry with each other as we proceed through our personal struggles, we must continue to build upon each others strengths and slowly but surely push away the weaknesses.

So I continue my struggle to become the person I see myself being and let the sun shine upon a new day (only in the picture though because it looks like another rainy day today… Oh well!).

Ok everybody, enjoy your day and let me know what your personal goals are or what your struggling to overcome! And don’t forget to check out my other blog: Food, Cycling & Sweat.

Post Numero Uno

July 18, 2010 1 comment

It’s raining…

I like the rain, sometimes. It makes everything clean, fresh. Sadly, it hasn’t helped improve my mood nor has it washed away the pressing issues currently laying seige to my already shattered mind. I feel as though I have reached an impasse, a plateau of which I can either jump from and risk a torturous landing or I can attempt climbing down to safety. Personally, I have always been the type to jump, to take on the world at once, all or nothing…

But can I successfully change myself all at once?

The back story… I am 26 and currently passionless. Where my passion has gone, I cannot say for I do not know. I once loved many things: writing, reading, mountain biking, music… the list goes on. Over the past 5 to 6 years complacency has replaced passion, laziness over desire. And this tears me apart inside. I stare at my goals posted neatly on my fridge and the white board in the kitchen where I write my successes and it seems littered with nothing more than failures…

4 days of not smoking, now I am again. 5 days of Clean Eating and the invasion of dirty foods comes back. Not a single page of writing aside from this blog post. No weight lost (I am currently 220 lbs and very unhappy about it). I had miles of running and biking under my belt and come Friday past, my weekend went downhill. Needless to say, I have work to do, but I present this one question…

How does one with little to no support group succeed? With no mutual friends interested in tackling the same obstacles, it seems a mountain insurmountable.

And as stupid as this may sound, how does one even meet and make new friends? In five years, it seems I have collapsed into myself, living for nothing but my marriage and not at all for my own well being. I am rusty, if you will… a social caterpillar waiting for my wings.

But perhaps the battle simply can’t be all in my favor. Failure can breed stronger passion. I think about this now, and it strengthens my resolve. Writing has always calmed me in a way that nothing else can and that, I realize, IS my passion!