Passionately Valerie

YOUR LOVE SETS ME FREE THE ONE THAT GIVES ME CLARITY THE ONE THAT KEEPS ME FROM CRUMBLING THE ONE THAT GIVES ME HAPPINESS AND DELIGHT THIS ENCHANTING FEELING IS THE ONE THAT KEEPS ME SMILING THE ONE THAT RESTORED MY WRECKED HEART THE ONE THAT GIVES ME HOPE TO START YOU ARE THE MOTIVATION THE ONE THAT TAUGHT ME A LESSON THE ONE THAT GAVE MY LIFE RHYTHM THE ONE THAT GAVE ME AN INSPIRATION I AM GRATEFUL THAT I FOUND YOU IT HAS TAUGHT ME THAT LIFE CAN BE WITH HUE YOU TURNED MY SKIES INTO LIGHT BLUE ONCE AGAIN I THANK YOU AND NOW I YEARN TO MOVE ON THANK YOU FOR ALL THE LESSONS THANK YOU FOR BEING MY MOTIVATION ALL I CAN SAY IS THANK YOU, UNTIL OUR NEXT SALUTATION VMMC

I have hold on to us for far too long Believed in us even when it was wrong Played your voice in my head like a song But now I need to walk away from you and be strong Eight years you and I were The past three years were nothing but a blur I believed in you but the image wasn't real For behind that man was a sharp edged teal You hacked my chest wide open The solid foundation we thought we had was broken All the goodness and sweetness can now be forgotten In the midst of sorrow I feel so rotten It has consumed my strength to get this courage To break this wall, to break free from my cage A love is love, but so is hurt is hurt To be strong is to be strong, to choose to not hurt anymore So I release you in the wind, to be blown away from me In the sea where the shore takes you away from me A moth I once was lured by your flame But I must be strong to turn back from shame Goodbye first love, you truly were my first At times I shall miss you, my heart will year...

A silent voice murmuring, “Try once more” But an overwhelming fear yells out, “no more” Persuading, encouraging, “push a little more” said the voice But discouragement argues, “you are pushing against the wall” The voice then again said, “there is always another chance” But disappointment screams, “it’ll happen again” Persistently, insistently, from the voice “each day is a new beginning” But ego and pride disputes, “It is always the same” The voice a bit more loudly said, “I am with you” And loneliness responded, “you are left behind” Lovingly and tenderly, the voice said “You are not alone” But cynicism argued, “You are on your own” That final statement reminded me… of my real identity Victorious I am made by my Father in Heaven The Blood of Christ poured out for me Among the voices, I heard clearly the Authority To try once more, push a little more, There is always another chance, each day is a new beginning I am with you, You are not alone “God is with me, on...

At night I lie awake tossing and turning In the day I escape to daydreaming Wandering thoughts come away fleeting Beyond the borders do you think of me? In the morning, a cup of coffee, sipping, savouring At night a cup of tea, soothing and relaxing But my spirit is restless, marveling, travelling Beyond the borders do I cross your mind? The music is playing, I find myself swaying and humming Conversations are light, I find myself talking and laughing But I am hearing nothing, my ears reaching out a far Beyond the borders do you do you feel my heart? Reading, phrasing beautiful words rhyming Writing, engraving, strings of lyrics on my page But my mind is like a clean white leaf, blank, empty Beyond the borders, Am I included in your list? There you maybe, on a faraway place Under the orange and blue sky of misty haze Elsewhere you may be beyond the blue ocean lace But beyond the borders and back, in my heart you have a place. Written and Created by: Valeri...

Somewhere in time before life became more serious, writing poetry and painting were my hobbies as a child. There is something about these two mediums that are so liberating, no censorship, no offense, simply art. To quote Pablo Picasso, "every child is an artist, the problem is staying an artist when you grow up." Somewhere in the process of growing up, some passions need to be set aside to give way to the roles we need to perform as members of the society. In my case that is to be a law student and a professor. Poetry allows you to express yourself through strings of words, whether it makes sense or not for others, you get to release every bit of emotions and suppressed thoughts into a lyric of words. After which it creates its own life and immortalized in its form, what was once part of you is released and there is a sense of joy that you produced something. Like a child which is a product of both your mind and soul. Now in my late twenties I have a rekindled a love ...