Stonewall

Simplicity never defined who i was quite well
Complex rather shaped the very existence of me

Fool I never believe myself to be
Matured rather mirrors my precise essence

Roads I've travelled, rough and treacherous they were
Somehow I could always sense the sign at the end telling me to stop walking... That the road I've travelled has come to an end

One thing the rough roads have taught me... Pay attention to detail, be thorough and  observant, because the smallest thing could open you up to a whole new perspective

Wise I wouldn't concur with myself
Knowledgeable rather outlines my true intelligence

 Day and night my intuition, has become my friend...
Like a blind woman I am led by instinct...
Instinct that encompasses all within myself
Instinct that protects me
Instinct that empowers me...

My ears become sharp
My eyes - magnifying glasses
Puzzled I refuse to be

This is my manifestation of ME...


By: Linda RM Baumann
06h47
26 April 2016

Expectation

Every expectation regardless how small, reaches the point where it inflicts sudden pain

Every moment spent longing for the day you thought you had it all, reaches a point where sometimes the future seems pointless

Should have, could haves
Pave a regretful presence
Decorated by questions we never seem to receive answers to

Survival turns us into ruthless marters, assassinating vulnerability and emotion driven actions

Acceptance we wear invisibly around our necks, as we prepare for realities that are uncertain and have no guarantee

Hope we carry shamelessly
For the possibility of the day we have it all, the day the scales lay equally horizontal, the day when fear no longer exists    
The day when we wish to freeze time and endulge the temptation of that perfect moment
So every expectation,even that of perfection reaches a point where it inflicts unforgettable pain  

Pain we struggle to swallow, pain we dismiss ...in the end belief is all we have guaranteed to fill the blurred lines of our future, yet we prey on prayers shaped around a system that patronises our existence-
                                                   
The lines that connect me and you...have gradually faded...faded to the extent that I question the existence of our ties...

By: Linda RM Baumann
22 April 2016
20h09