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First and far most I want to apologize for the delay in my posts recently. Life has been a bit crazy around here and what not, but I want all of you to know that even in my absence I am wondering about all of you and how life is in y'alls world. ;))
Anyways I am here today to being you round 7 of my Recapturing Beauty Of Old Writing. I do hope that y'all enjoy your read here today and the pictures I have also added to the post, all taken by me with a few different cell phones. Well have a fantastic night and I hope y'alls weekend ends on a high.;))
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Fearing Change
I am upon a path in my life
in which screams that of change.
With snowflakes falling like
hand crafted crystals stacking
themselves upon one another;
it is here in which I no
longer allow fearing change
to chain me down. Instead
I stand to challenge it; breaking
free of these chains in which
I have been accompanied
by for so many years. For
there is a fire inside of me
craving that of a simple taste
of freedom. A fire in which
wishes to leave its mark upon
this world in such a way a
legend is born. With motivation
high and faith lying within
my heart it is in this moment
in which I embrace what
is to come. No more shall
I hide in the shadows as the
world continues to live; for I
have wasted enough time sitting
upon these shadows within this
life I have lived already. Turning
my head to the moon lite sky
I am ready to face the changes
in which are coming my way.
By Kelly Clegg
12/2/16
20:10:42
Fighting the Fight
We stand upon this world as one,
but yet we see the beauty that is laid out
upon our feet; in difference. Living
our lives to which we believe is
right by us.
Some fight for the small things
in life, believing it to create true happiness
upon our hearts. While others fight for
the materials that are made by
the hands of all people, believing it
to bring comfort upon them.
Building happiness within our
hearts that creates an image of who
we are as a individuals. Begging
and pleading, we fight for the
right to create a story worth
telling too many.
Only to hide what tears at our
hearts the most. For we fear
being seen as weak, but yet being
seen as weak is what gives
us the strength to stand strong
upon our worst moments faced.
Standing at the edge of time when
the clock is ticking down, we are
seen as one. United together without
knowledge, we fight the same fight
that is played out amongst us all.
We may fight the same fight,
but we must leave our footprints
upon this earth in our own ways.
Allowing us to create our own
story to be heard by many.
For our stories allows all to see
the beauty in which is laid out
upon our souls, showing the
world our true colors without
fear in our hearts.
By Kelly Clegg
09/17/13 - 12:20pm
Final Resting Place
As I walk through the misty
Morning, I find you
Standing there like stone.
I try to touch you, but the breeze
Of coldness that comes
From your body stops me.
As I stand there looking at you
I see a tear full of life run down your
Face like falling leaves on a
October morning.
Your tear hits the ground
like glass, but does not make a sound.
I wonder why the tear, but there
Is no answer only a smile.
Looking into your eyes
I feel the energy of love, hope, and
Happiness flow through me like
Magic in a fantasy story.
But this was no fantasy story,
It was a reality story within a
Fantasy story.
The color of your eyes is
Starting to come back now, and
The look in your eyes has become stronger.
You look to me with hopes of seeking
love, hope, or happiness.
Looking back at you, I can see that
you have found just that.
You reach out to me
and the cold breeze that once stopped
me in my tracks was gone. Grabbing
My hand You fall softly into my
arms and there you lay resting your
Head upon my shoulder.
I watched as your marble blue
Eyes closed, Holding you tight
I will carry you to a place
Were forever you will rest in peace.
By Kelly Clegg
4/25/05 - 2:00pm