Maybe one day we’ll understand why
then again, life isn’t black and white
It’s not kind and it’s not fair
sometimes, very hard to bear
Walls will crumble now and then
but the sun will shine once again
We need to trust in Him for strength
keeping fear at arm’s length
He’ll guide us through the blues
on this journey we didn’t choose
In our hearts, hope will stay alive
and in prayer we will thrive
Lauren Scott © 2014
Photo Credit: My Daughter
Some days the mirror searches and I let out a sigh
It’s times like those I’d rather not be me, myself or I
What’s more, I’m tired of the manner in which my smile smiles
I’ve never been content throughout my lifetime’s miles
I will honestly admit, though, with my chin to the skies
I’ve been pretty satisfied with both of my eyes
Now you ask about my nose and my nose is quite compatible
not only for its shape, but for its job so valuable
It somehow brings to balance all the artwork on my face
and I kind of like my hair, while its color has been graced
My body, well, that’s a tale I’d prefer to let alone
I’ll refrain from complaints here; I’ll do that at home
I could go on and on, but I think I’ll move that mirror
so next time when I’m getting ready, I’ll see things much clearer
and after putting much more thought into this conversation
I think I’ll just be grateful and pass on alterations
Lauren Scott © 2014
🙂
With toes in the sand, head in the clouds
thoughts float by as I stand around
Waves come close to shake my hand
their gentle touch helps me understand
Lauren Scott © 2014
Photo: Doran Beach, Bodega Bay, CA
Where is it?
I can not plainly see;
just where can it be?
Why must I sit
in this brain fog
for eternity?
I stare at the page
It stares right back
How rude can it be
when I’m in a pickle
It gives me flack
while I float
through this riddle
I’m tired of searching
My muscles ache and
my aching bones groan
I’d love to escape from
this unpleasant zone
So if you see it walk by
please give me a shout
and block its way out
It’s been quite uncomfortable
living in this drought
Lauren Scott © 2014
🙂 🙂
I want to create
I don’t want to eat
I just want to bake
some kind of treat
I’ll promise you this
I’ll give it away
I won’t take a taste
I will not betray
It’s fun to measure
and mix up things
that come out pretty
and yummy for kings
So if you delight
in sweets of all types
I’d be happy to make
something tonight
Lauren Scott © 2014
(a little fun for the weekend)
🙂 🙂 🙂
Bad news doesn’t discriminate
One day we’re celebrating,
drinking champagne
then in a blur’s time,
we’re wiping tears away
We strengthen our defense
without even trying
at the same time,
praying and sliding
While the outcome relies deeply
on the strength in our mitts
Will it knock us down
or keep us going
without limits?
If you land on your bum
for a minute or two
taking time to sulk
feeling bad for you,
It’s alright
that’s all part of life
but don’t pack your bags
and stay there too long
You’ll feel much better
Fighting the Fight
Keeping your Face to the Light
and Trying to be Strong
Lauren Scott © 2014
Oh, life, what is your plan for me?
Over the horizon is shadowy, dark
I cannot see that which you convey
through the torrential rain and strong
winds, thus, I hold fast to hope in the
sunshine when it smiles down on me
I close my eyes soaking in its warmth
but I will not throw stones when its
embrace loosens and I fall to the floor
Then I am broken, you know that, yet
even trying to stand on tiny shards of
pieces of me, I won’t stumble again
For you are a gift, indeed, though
you are not made only of daffodils
and daisies in a soft, plush meadow
nor do you each day delight in music
that makes our bodies move
Oh, life, you are a mystery beyond
any human’s ability to perceive
Lauren Scott © 2014
I live on the corner
of happy and content
but, sometimes my mind lingers
into the neighborhood of
melancholy
Living with joy
would be a better choice
yet, often, I find the door locked
and no matter how loudly I knock
it won’t budge
It takes courage to push
once in awhile,
make your presence known
that you are strong
and you belong
nurturing your roots
wherever they may grow
Lauren Scott © 2014
Baydreamer Writes ~ Lauren Scott, Author & Poet 