Welcome 2018!!! You have been here for almost a week already, and I still find myself writing 2017 constantly when I am writing the date. So I love how a new year gives a fresh feel to everything and there always feels like so much freedom and joy in it. Mistakes we have all made can be left in the old year, and a new year is upon us. On that note, I encourage everyone who reads this to give themselves freedom and license to believe and hope for great things in 2018. Vision is important, and sometimes I can look to the past and lament (especially with “what might have been” or with my regrets), rather than look to the future with joy and hope. Let us all have more hope, joy, peace, faith, and happiness in 2018!!!
Poet’s note: I published this poem on 4/4/17. I want to share it here, as well. If you are looking to read more of my poetry, please feel free to check out https://www.poemhunter.com/julie-a-smith/. I publish additional poetry there that is not all published on my personal blog.
I broke up with you
exactly one month ago.
I had peace with my decision,
but I didn’t want to hurt you.
But then you hurt me so badly.
It was an amazingly amicable break-up.
We both agreed that it was for the best.
You even said how you likely
would have broken up with me
in a few days since you felt that way, too.
But then I couldn’t believe that you
unfriended me on Facebook
a few days after our break-up.
You never told me
and left me to find out the hard way.
We had been friends for years.
Ten to be exact.
I could not believe that you would do that,
and then totally freeze me out
and cut off communication entirely.
I am definitely not perfect,
but I deserve better than that.
about being friends with guys.
Sometimes it is harder than being friends with girls
for obvious reasons.
I let you in
which I don’t always do
and it ended up
seriously harming a friendship
and hurting my heart.
that there is still a guy out there
who will treat me tenderly
and cherish my healing heart
but sometimes that seems
so far away.
sooner rather then later
that vulnerable hope
will come true.
and being constantly overlooked
is my lament
as the years go by.
to recently be inspired again
and not let my writing gift go dormant
My ten day poetry class
has quickly sped to an end.
poetic inspiration flourishing
boy meets girl
and actually asks girl out
(yes, such a novel concept these days)
commitment more than a passing fancy
or moving on to the next girl
that promises more
and touches my heart
like a beautiful cherry blossom.
and a dash
of exciting world travel, too.
In my dreams
for the future.
A new year full of promise and secret dreams.
A new year, a fresh start, and hidden deep waters.
The dazzle of potential is blinding.
The beauty of a clean slate
and causes happiness to permeate
my forlorn melancholy.
Light always shines in the darkness.
Light always is beautiful.
Light always shows the way.
My theory is thus:
I need to learn to make my own decisions
and stop over-analyzing and questioning
And I need to safeguard myself from the voices
of those who would make my decisions for me
when that is not their choice,
and they should not be allowed to do so.
It is a new year.
I am a new me.
I want to break free
and go down a new path
(yes, I read that Robert Frost poem)
even if no one will join me.
I hope to find someone on the way,
because I am not meant to always be alone,
and God knows
I would make a horrible nun
(even though Mother Teresa is one of the women
that I admire the most).
Besides, I am not Catholic,
and I think marriage is the epitome of cool.
The world may dismiss it, but I won’t.
Marriage is beautiful.
The hopeful girl stares down at the blank page
and ponders the fresh promise of a new year.
Sometimes, like a bird, she needs to soar out of her cage,
and stop being afraid of the unknown fear.
The hopeful girl jots down some poetry
as she ponders her resolutions of the new year.
She wants to embrace life, love, and be free,
and seeks lasting love to forever draw near.
The hopeful girl seeks fresh dreams,
passion, purpose, love, faith, and renewal.
Seeking the tarnish to rub off of her edgy seams,
her hidden desire is to shine like a beautiful, pure jewel.
The shy girl smiles.
She ponders and does muse
why when it comes to love
she always seems to lose.
The shy girl hopes,
but hopes seem so threadbare;
in a tapestry of love
she finds it quite unfair.
The shy girl wishes
that things would change.
She is shy of heart and action,
and she is forlorn for a love exchange.
from the chains that bind her.
She would cry
if she wasn’t
beat of the sun
on her body
and the chirping
of the birds
comforting her with their tender song
in the sweet mountain air
that completely envelops her.
as they flow
and with abandon.
Tired of trying.
Tired of bondage.
Tired of who she needs to be.
Tired of the expectations.
She just longs to be free.
Unrestrained by people’s expectations
of who she needs to be.
She wants to just be herself.
A waterfall flowing,
but now with a new calm strength
that is soothed by the warmth
of unconditional acceptance
from the One who watches over her
and loves her
even when she cannot always accept herself
or love herself.
Poet’s note: This poem explores the internal conflict of the poet amidst expectations in the spheres of her family, work, faith, society, and even herself.
***I have more of my poetry on www.poemhunter.com. Here is a link to my poet page and poems: