InfiniteV's blog: "Silent window"

I am super busy in this hectic life, so please excuse my absence. I work two jobs full time, and then there is my children. I miss all my cherry tap friends, so feel free to email me and I will write you back when I get the chance. Hugs to Jamie! I miss you girly!!!!

The sun kissed my cheeks, bringing color to my skin, that was pale and drawn under, A sickly thing. I opened my eyes, to the day that had dawned. Pulling me out of my darkness, wrapping me up in it's warmth. I washed my face in the sweet smell of mild winds. Allowed my spirit to rise with the dancing leaves at my feet. I watched and I listened, till I could understand. Where my life began. My heart beating, my hand steady, I set forth, on the gentle path. I see you, my home, My mountains and sunshine. Soft grasses and towering trees, for all the eye to see. Devouring it, my senses do, to be home once again. No not city scapes and paved streets, but rocky hills and cracked sidewalks, Park fountains and giggling children. I miss you, the home of my heart. The church on the hill, sits in my minds eye, calling me back with it's echoing bells, the sweet tones of faith that greeted me every morning. The wash of breeze from the river that came through that sunny kitchen window. The long adventures in imagination that claimed us each day. I miss you, sunshine and soft breezes, take me home.

I woke up with a start this morning, no good morning, no Hello's, just the sound of two children out of control. A three year old with a mind of his own, whose words dig deeper, it's like a sinking stone, this thing, my heart. It's breaking each day, as I watch my grip on reality break away. The chill in the air, makes my body shiver, My mind is on what I have to deliver. A job, a home, a life that's so good. So I can prove to myself, what is right. I watch as they play, as they wrestle and fight. I hear the crying, the bitching, the lowdown, no good skeeming And I wonder, where do I belong? My heart it is bitter, My mind is raging made. It's like wild waters, breaking from the land. Disturbed, I feel as my heart beats this beat. The constant tears, they don't seem to peak. It's a mountain I climb each day of my life. From early morning, to late at night. When will it be my turn to dance? To Stand and Deliver, that one special chance? The things that keep me going everyday of my life, Don't wake me with hugs and good morning sunshine.