As certain as a concrete path
That leads from here to there
A settled end of certainty
Releasing – if you dare
An ending seems so final
Though an end there needs to be
An end with questions still unanswered
End of long-past misery
As tender washes bitterness
Aside! Away! Afar!
The bitterness of losses
Taints the sweetness of the mark
A farewell mark in time
A fresh begin-again
A next step of progression
A sweet beginning, bitter end
31/5/209
Things I can no longer do
Things you wont allow me to
Things I know I’ve done before
Things of which I’m now, not sure
Places I have lived and moved
Places bringing sweet soul-soothe
Places unfamiliar, new
Places strange I go with you
Names and faces everywhere
Names that bring a memory fair
Names which used to fit in time
Names of those who once were mine
My soul is floating fettered to
My anchor, firm, which cannot move
My view when lifted by this storm
My mind cannot define its form
Things were planned before my time
Places set in boundaries mine
Names and faces I have loved
My soul will fly to home above
18/4/2019
The Tunnel
Entering a tunnel
Darkness closes in
And roads, once open for to travel,
Are behind, now growing dim
Tunnels within the tunnel
Are hidden, not in view
Another holds a lantern
Describes the roads I now can choose
Confusion reigns in darkness
Who is safe to trust
Suspicion fills the spaces, which
No longer are robust
A strange and lonely journey
Travelled without choice
The One who’s been my leader
I can yet hear His voice
Trusted Him in struggle
Trusted Him in peace
As promised He’s been present
Promise stands;
He’s present, He will lead
30/3/2018
Who is a woman?
She is fragile; she’s strong
She can weep when she needs to…or burst into song
She stands – independent; she sits with her Kin
She builds her community…in spite of the din
She fights for the voiceless; she sits still with the lost
She can speak or keep silent…whatever the cost
She’ll look deep within; she’ll know when to seek help
She is healthy, proactive…she survives by her stealth
5/9/2017 For Women’s Health Week 2017
Are you ok?
Well may you ask – sometimes it just depends on the task
Or maybe the task has nothing to do, it may be the day is just a bit blue
Perhaps “just a bit” is a big understatement…life may paint blue as I walk on the pavement
I may be thinking I’m nothing of worth – if the sun hasn’t shined, my thoughts just may not ‘work’
My burden, I may think, is just mine to bear…but those kindred of spirit can help burdens to bear
Some days I might not know the value of ‘we’ – if you welcome me in, we may help me be free
Ubuntu, I’m told, is the story of me…and the story of you…and the we, we can be
Are you ok?
Why not just ask?
We may find we’re friends, who help each walk through life’s task
Gina Schmidt R U OK? Day September 2017
If I could draw a picture of
This journey travelled on my own,
What story would it tell you,
Which colours would have shown?
The beginning would be darkness
New realities unseen
Goals obscured and jaded
Mist and fog my only scene
But with you, my eyes are opened
You each shine light on paths ahead
Darkness fading in the wake
Of information shared
I see movement, light and colour
A future hope for me and mine
You each brought hue and shade and pigment
If left alone, no sun would shine
Thank you all for being part
Of this journey of my life
And for the pieces of your own path
That brought promise into mine.
15/1/2015
For SPEVI
Process, progress, organise
Sift and strain and scrutinize
Think, reflect and ruminate
Pre-occupy and inundate
Withdraw, compose, concentrate
Stillness, quiet, separate
Settle, soothe, lull and quell
Listen, hear, perceive as well
Befit, apply, appropriate
Attend and differentiate
Select, determine, designate
Prefer, elect and allocate
Undertake!
14/1/2015
Rise and fall
Light and dark
Ebb and flow subsiding
Ripple, rumble
Dip and swell
Constant wax and waning
Ever moving
In and Out
Contained within a border
Unnatural force
Imposed upon
Disrupting created order
Tempests pass
Reducing swell
Repelling inundation
Return to scene
At one-time viewed
Revising demarcation
19/11/2014
A changing world,
of yours or mine,
to me it’s all the same
Renewed, restored or altered,
dismantled or reset
Normality will never be
as before, by change beset
By some memories
I am tainted
By some
I’m coloured in
The outline of my changing path
Contains it all, within
28/10/2014
The thorns
Of grief and woe
Of trial and misery
Of shame and doubt
Of darkness, hopelessness, helplessness
The pain
Of laceration
Of piercing
Of lancing
Of pressure, puncture, sunder
The relief
Of baggage
Of irritation
Of criticism
Of angst, distress, mistrust
The freedom
Of peace
Of hope
Of faith
Of the scarred, healed, restored
26/10/2014
